Life story, a poem

Reflection, by Michael Halloran

Art exposes.

Love discloses.

Hate hides.

Fear folds.

Power peeks, then peers, then prevails.

Humility holds.

Rest redeems.

Quiet waits.

Art explodes.


About wlebolt

Life comes at you fast. I like to catch it and toss it back. Or toss it up to see where it lands. I do my best thinking when I'm moving. And my best writing when I am tapping my foot to a beat no one else hears. Kinesthetic to the core.

Posted on April 22, 2014, in Mind, writing and tagged , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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