I have a strong feeling
That there's always meaning
To why the people in my life exist
And I just couldn't resist
The urge to write this poem -
To give these thoughts a home.
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I knew so early
The meaning of her influence -
I learned so early
To adore the discomfort of my shoes.
I saw very clearly
That being kind
Had nothing to do with the pain
Swimming about your mind
From the soreness of your feet...
Because they can't stand the surface beneath,
Your shoes
Are scarring your feet
And a scar(r)ed soul
Is all the scarring will bequeath.
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She made me feel
Like my poetry could heal -
No, I doubt it healed her.
My words are far from healers...
But she made me realize
That eyes tell lies
But when people hurt under a disguise
They can hurt with the words of a poet
Who chooses to abandon the lies -
In the comfort of a closet.
And that simple hidden act
Could start the journey to a path
That leads to a better life
Or it could just temporarily ease their strife...
But it does... good,
Or it does nothing...
It can't worsen one's mood...
It's aim is only one thing -
To embrace.
Okay, maybe two,
To stretch a hand to you
And say,
On your dark lonely day,
"Hey,
I don't know what to say,
I don't know why you feel this way,
But I've felt this way...
So recognize you're human today
And your feelings are human too.
Grab my hand,
You can't be down there too."
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But most importantly
She gave my mind a mindshift.
People tend to complain about their shoes -
I'm also guilty of complaining about my issues -
Just sometimes...
A little awareness of the world around you
Is all you really need
To not give your demons a heed
As they pound you
And they surround you.
Because you could have worse shoes
That take on the colour of deeper blues.
You could have worse shoes...
Just murder a percentage of your self-centered nature
And chat up the next stranger you meet -
Go on this adventure
And you'll see something pretty neat:
You'll start to spot problems they have
That you'll be pleased not to have.
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You'll learn to be grateful
And love the demons that call you fool,
Because you can handle them
With the candle of gratefulness
And a match of the resilience
To see the brighter things in life
Even if you don't consider the colour blue, dark...
You know very well that the dark
Is not the only place
Where fears crawl
And erect their dungeons of torment.
Inspired by @Tisfor
