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Highest ranking: #175 in Poetry! (3/15/17)
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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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I am so afraid to tell you What is inside. There is a box within my chest Locked and hidden Where only death resides.
Can I run now, Faster than you can fathom? Can I erase my mind And the feelings That brought you with them?
Created by disaster is what we are, And broken with desires is what has come. I long to understand the truth That you have concealed beneath, And I wish to expose myself to someone.
But in all honesty I am crippled, Destroyed at my core. I am not ever convinced of one's truth And I am cringing at the feelings Within my heart that are pure.
"Why do we deal with such things If we are not ready?" The answer is something We must discover for ourselves In order to remain forever steady.
It's a torturous feeling Not knowing the truth within your eyes. But patience is key when in fear and doubt. I am trying to pull away for the moment— Oh my dear, how time flies.
