It matters where you are now, and why you're here.
Because you survived your past.
The scars remind you where you've been,
But they don't determine where you're going.
We win wars, and nobody notices.
We lose wars,and nobody cares.
We fight wars,and somebody doesn't.
Wars end, wars remain.
Wars destroy and wars bring together.
Wars take and wars give.
Wars are an eternity, nobody knows when they start, and when do they end, who they destroy, and who they bring together, who they scar,and who they kill.
But they sometime end.
The eternity disappears.
The suffer stops.
Although,
"Wars don't end, at least not in the mind of the ones who fought them."
- Ido Carmeli Lawrence
YOU ARE READING
The lost art of Words.
Poetry"But none of these options were in my story, A story which dried up my heart from hope" What does it take to live with a vision full of words. what is it like to be knotted up in your own dreams? POETRY ALERT!!
