There comes a time
where you're forced to understand
as strong as love is
there are some things it can't do.
It can support another
but it can't heal;
no matter how hard it tries
or how hard it cries.
It can't revive the dead,
yet it can visit them
in the foggy lands
beyond the dream.
Love can't nourish the vacant stomach,
but it can lift us above the hardships,
making us better beings as a whole.
Without it, we are less.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
