Sanctuary [Poetry]

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the world is a dark place,
clad in a
pretensed beauty
and chaos—
luring you in,
and making you
believe
that living is
euphoria;
and pain and
struggle and
suffering is how we
find meaning to it.

but i think it's a
false truth of the
natural order to
drag your feet

on the ground,

trying to keep you
in chain unless it's
your turn to go.

or if you force your
way out.

because there is
no meaning in
pain.
only scars that you
and them will try
to justify—
that
getting hurt is
good.
suffering is a proof
of breath.
struggling is an
evidence of life.

why can't we live
the way we want?

if freedom is
a free gift from
birth,
why everyone is
struggling to
know what
it really is?

if freedom is
free, why do we need
pain?

--
Sept. 06, 2021