What do I
Do
I know for sure that things will be
Ok
Is not a word I have used
Recently
Everything had been tumbling
Down
Cascade my free lancing
Tears
I have never noticed fall from my oppressor's
Eyes
Show so much
Pain
Is as natural as
Breathing
Is impossible when the chaos is my
Fault
Falls to no
One
Cannot take full responsibility for the mess created by
All
This time I focused on my own
Struggles
Are faced by all and dealt with in varying
Ways
Of coping are
Different
Battles fought within everyone in
Isolation
Is too good to be
True
Feelings are rare as fine lines
Blur
Is not an excuse for
Ignorance
Was not
Intentional
And unintentional cruelties thrown back and
Forth
Will go life with compassionate to
None
Have felt exactly the same
Hurt
Is inevitable but knowing that doesn't lessen the
Brutality
As I am learning is a product of the discontent with ones
Self
Inflicted pain goes beyond the physical
Harm
To another is harm to
Yourself
And only you can fix the damage
Done
Is fictional concept holding no truth as nothing really ever
Ends.
Feelings do not end.
Existence does not end.
Words do not end.
The past never ends as it will always have happened.
The future never ends as it goes beyond forever.
Just because something seems as if has finished on the surface
Does not mean the fact it occurred has ended.
So as of now I give into the thought of nonexistent finalities,
And fleetingly cast negativity,
Hurt
And grudges aside
So optimism can overshadow the pessimism in the grand scheme of
Forever
Even though the concept of forever is as invalid as that of
THE END.
-H.P. J.C.
