My Core

Inspired by the Ullie-Kaye poem below...


My Core


Still trying to trust the plan, 

the feeling in my heart, 

the core feeling I keep returning to 

despite the emotions of each day.

But what if I can't keep seizing the day 

because my mental energy is diminishing 

from all the uncertainty...

I need my core to be strong 

so I can expend my energies 

in all the areas of my life which require it...

If only we could recharge our hearts 

as easily as we recharge our phones.

We can...

all it takes is a hug.


A Wensley

4.01.2026




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