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Where there is mourning, there is also hope.
Despite the struggles and the losses we mourn-mental, physical, or emotional-good can come out of it.
But even when there seems to be not hope as a...
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You are dressed, but not to your own desire, With flowers and color around your head. The heart inside of you has gone sour For with abandonment you have been fed.
There is no sweetness in your decor, And there is no softness beneath your layers. Underneath you have grown sore, And you taste just as a wicked curse.
Bits of you have been torn off and tossed aside. They were meant to be used with care, But some could not make up their mind. Darling, there are untold secrets about what is unfair.
Some will be taken and used, Others will be just as the refuse under the ground. No matter who has strongly refused They will suddenly find themselves a crumbling mound.
Beware of those standing for they will fall, And those portraying themselves as a pastry Will be found along the shooting wall. Oh child, do not act foolish or hastily.
You are not worth what you have made yourself to be, And you are a solid diamond among the fake. It takes time for each of us to undoubtablybelieve That we cannot be disposed and forgotten like an expired cake.
— A / N: Hello all! What do you guys think of this poem? I wasn't sure if I liked the symbolism but it has a good meaning. Can anyone guess what it is? Please vote and comment!
