Past is just a story,
We say to ourselves.
Whether the glass,
Was half empty or half filled.
It is just what we
Say to our conscience.
The truth is what we make true,
By telling it to ourselves again and again.
Whatever we enforce,
Stays as truth in our memory.
An unhappy man has
Half empty glasses,
A truth today that is
Full of truths of yesterday,
And a past for that matter.
A happy man has just todays,
A half filled glass,
A promise of happy tomorrow,
And today's truth filled with
Lies of yesterday.
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ACHES [Wattys Winner 2015]
PoetryAin't we drowning but still floating in our complexities of love and hatred, happiness and sorrow & life and the journey. Short stories and poetry about true living i.e living through an ache and coming out of it. Want to meet my words in versatile...
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