Prev.: The Master: V
(Yours self…)
My ink does not paint me as the master
of your soul, of your spirit.
You are the master of yourself.
My ink merely reminds you,
my strokes merely show you
what you may fail to see, at times,
and yet it is so.
All of you is you and yours
and you sit at the helm of self.
Craft a life you will be happy you lived.
©benielangat, 2021.
Read here all six poems of The Master poetic chain.
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Benie Writes 
I just finished reading your Poetic Chain Bernie and I wanted to let you know that I loved it, I love the way you take every emotions and write on it. ❤️❣️
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Thank you so much, Daphny ❤ I am happy you loved the poetic chain 😊 I am touched that my writing moved you, thank you!
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You’re most welcome, it was a pleasure reading 🙂💖
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Beautiful words. The image you chose for this post is much like a painting I did. I feel connected!
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How lovely! I do hope to see your painting 😀
I am happy you connected with this piece ❤
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