Walk Tall
The great gnarled, scaly, and teethy beasts
Lie in wait and upon our feelings feast
Engorged and dogmatic in judging role
Their taste is for only the weakened souls
For inner strength is very hard to chew
Belief in yourself, the spirit’s sinew
Bind strong your mind in the common belief
Their roars are a cry of sadness and grief
The monsters and trolls that want control
Desperate to fill their own gaping holes
Will offer the world some different view
A better light on them, darkness for you
But only you know what lies underneath
Until they walk your path, they know the least
All the parts that led to being made whole
Precious metal forged in judgmental coals
Where strength imbues soul’s steel in shades of blue
And you only believe what you know true
So, walk tall among them in your own peace
Give no thought to their words or skewed beliefs
Being who you are is the only goal
Not found in the hate that they loud extol
And when love seems just a bit overdue
Others will share their love to see you through
commonsensiblyspeaking 
haters gonna hate…
we’ve got to ignore them…
Great work Brad…that last section is absolutely true and very well written. All the best,
Francisco
Thank you, Francisco! Don’t let the weather trouble you. The orange and olive trees need the rain. Always wishing all the best!
Yes, they do! Well they’re getting enough today! 😊 thank you my friend and all the best!