Why must it be so?
That some words are complicated?
Such as,
Spirit.
Music.
Soul.
Love.
Life.
One cannot see the spirit or the soul,
Yet we know what they are
And that they are there.
Why?
Why are humans born with such knowledge?
Why have instincts,
Or reflexes?
They are built to help us survive
In the crazy world we live in.
And that, my friends,
Is what we humans were built to do.
What God intended us to do.
What He made us to do.
What He gave us the skills to do.
And what every single one of us does
Every day.
Survive.
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Submerged Stories
PoetryLong story short, this is a book of stories about my life that I don't tell anyone else, expressed through the beautiful art of poetry. Poetry is my way of finding myself, and hopefully you as readers will be able to find yourself as well. TRIGGER W...
