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This year has been heavy. Not meant to be carried alone.

Obehi Vessel A.

Ran out of time, before we even began. How long will the road not taken be starved of footprints?
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Beginning Deep Road Time
I no longer ask humans, for a definition of love. For, they tend to force on her, the traits of those who have either treated them well or not at all.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Force Human Love Myself Philosophy
Be careful out there; I hear humans get killed for wearing the wrong skin.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Care Human Kill Oppression Race Skin Wrong
Both strong and weak may survive; if neither takes too seriously, the titles of ‘strong’ and ‘weak’.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Serious Strong Survive Weakness
Time ensures that we heal; not that we forget; In forgetting how a scar came to be, is to silently invite another injury.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Deep Forget Healing Injury Scars Silence Time
Doubt has evolved. From a ‘what if I can’t?’ To a ‘what if I can? And it doesn’t last?’
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Doubt Growth Improvement Philosophy
Standing between who we are, and who we want to be, is that which we find easiest to be.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Be Yourself Deep Easy Philosophy
What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Deep Heart Broken Live Lost
It seems to be, that there are dual reasons why justice is rarely given. One, too little evidence. Two, too much.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Deep Evidence Justice Reason
‘Why are we here?’ I inquired of my body, spirit, and soul. ‘Here to do whatever feels good.’ Said the first. ‘Here to do what feels good.’ Said the second. ‘Here to choose.’ Said the third. ‘Between both.’
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Body Choice Feeling Goodness Myself Philosophy Soul Spirit
Ears quick to listen. Lips, slow to speak. I take, so that I may give.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Lips Listen Myself Quick
Past lifetimes do not concern me. Whatever memory succumbs to be forgotten, is one I do not aspire to repeat.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Forget Life Memories Myself Past
How abstract we humans sound, when we say these are dark times. As though it isn’t in our hands that paint our times.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Darkness Hands Human Ourselves Sound Time
At present, Nations are burning. But, their leaders mistake the ash for snow.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Burn Leadership Mistake Nation Present
No. I do not wish upon stars, I hear they fall.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Fall Myself Stars
Never give a human the job of making you happy. Some days, they might call you sick. Other days they might call quit.
OBEHI VESSEL A.

Happiness Human Quit Sick Yourself

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