You might be lost,
Life has thrown you to the deepest downs.
High was the cost,
It crushed you to an idol that frowns.
You wake up to cry,
And sleep crying,
Life has put down your tries,
Now you've stopped trying.
And you just stay there,
In a dreadful nowhere,
Because you're prisoned,
Not by chains, nor by monsters or bars.
But by the thoughts of the past,
Of how it all fell apart so fast.
By the enormous fears,
Of shedding again such dreadful tears.
By the doubts you create,
Of being hurt again.
You don't have to stay there,
This darkness,
You need not bear.
You don't have to stay down,
You don't have to throw down your crown.
You can clear your head,
You can tie new threads,
You can find your way,
And you can beautify everyday.
Of happiness, joy and love,
You can broaden the range,
Not by the help of angels and miracles,
But by the simple magic,
Of positive change.
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Mend
PoetrySomething's misplaced. It's broken, it's harmed and stabbed and hurt. Our visions are blur for we don't look at what's not visible - what's inside, the power and beauty within and how it is misaligned. We need to heal, we need to mend.
