Devil at your heels. Poem on feeling belittled.

Define your fear.

Is it frightening because it's extraordinary?

Too... too .... too ...

There are things to fear besides petty feelings of being belittled by something extraordinary.

Does it crush you like a empty can?

Why are you empty?

Spit it out.

Ah, so it makes you want more?

Be more, or want more?

Take what's not yours and cripple your soul.

Yes go on and own it cripple!

Run with the devil at your heels.

Own or be owned.

Love what you fear.

 

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A perfect pikelet. It's just flour, water and salt. No sugar.

It's the consistency of the mix that makes it perfect or not.