The last poem went off huge! So I’ll try at another today!
High
High is my heart today
Wiggling, jiggling along its way
It seems odd, or comic,
contradictory, spasmodic,
High is my heart, laughing out today.
Fast
Fast is my mind for tomorrow
Running ahead of trial or sorrow
On a mission for more
time to borrow and store
Fast runs my mind toward tomorrow
Soft
Soft is myself from what has past
Sitting in a present that can’t last
I’m wasting and racing
too quickly I’m pacing
To a softer me then even what has past
Full
Full in my spirit for the eternal
And watchful against the infernal
The truest struggle I rage
is internally staged
Till I reach the fullness of spirit, eternal
The Modern Hadassah 
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