Reblogged from Greatpoetrymhf's Weblog:
Photo Courtesy Sonny Galea Jasper National Park, Canada Sept 1, 2008
There are bears worth bearing
That do not hide in trees.
The bears worth bearing hide in you and me.
They are our emotions,
Our thoughts and desires.
They are the dreams
Hatched in front of a fire.
They hibernate.
They ruminate.
Then one day they break free.
They manifest.
Bears and I loved this poem.
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