Not all the things you give come back to you after a while
Sometimes you have to wait
A human never knows if god is keeping some of these things hidden in other things or people
Like that ancient picture of your ancestors underneath a million layers of dust
Revived like a caterpillar after making a pupa , ready to meet a new world
To become a butterfly
The point is the things you give others are like butterflies
They go through four stages ;
Giving
Fading
Revival
Retracing
Perhaps these things exist elsewhere
You have to patiently wait for what is to come
For if you were never capable of waiting how could you ever get the chance of experiencing and learning what is strange to you?
These things you give will find you or you will find them
Somewhere like a soul you might encounter as time goes by
A person you meet in a different future life
And when you do
The good inside of them will keep pushing , fighting it's way out
Forcing them to be next to you
That is when you know what you've given all along is still looking for you
Hidden in someone else
That is how you know it's what you give
What you deserve
It's the good.
-The process of returning
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The Unexpected
PoetryThings I've learned , things I got over , things I'm still trying to heal from , memories , things that had happened to me and how I feel about them , tough times , good times , misery , joy All turned into poetry... Hope you like it All love...❤
