You can find peace,
In the most chaotic places,
You can find chaos,
In the most peaceful places.
You can find love,
In the times you feel lost,
You can feel lost,
Even during the times you're most loved.
You can find beauty,
In the most dreadful things,
But you can also find nasty,
The things that seem most alluring.
You can find meaning in life,
When nothing makes sense,
But you can lose balance,
Even when everything is in place.
Isn't this because,
This is all in our head,
It's how we choose to deal,
It's how we choose to grieve.
It's our choice,
It's what we decide,
No one forces us,
No one obstructs our path.
So at the end of the day,
It's no one's fault,
And it's no one's gain but ours.
We're the underdogs,
Or we're the victors,
It's in our hands,
It's our lone affliction.
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Ink Stained Heart [poetry]
PoetryNothing ever begins or ends poetically; it ends and we turn it to poetry.