I don't want ... I don't want to admit it to myself yet again
despite knowing it from this little corner of my heart that it will happenI want to hope that from the feelings of daily hunger and pain , I have come to be sensible to the others aches, that I now understand mercy. That maybe I've been grateful.
I don't want it to feel like I've been constricting myself from the pleasures of my life merely, that I've been only enduring through hardship.
I want it to feel like I've grown spiritually, that I've become something more than a body with basic needs.
I don't want to feel of it all like it had been a burden lifted off my chest
After all, the things you love the most are the most painful.
They say it's not acceptable, it's not pure, anything that you've obtained in easiness.
So don't we have a right to dream of a life of tranquility and only live through anticipating problems , struggles, the most unreasonable part of us' re-emergence ?
Surely change is everyone's choice , finding it is hard , grasping unto it is grueling and holding onto it is challenging but rewarding.
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Pensée Of Anemones
PoesíaA collection of Poetry I hide from my outside world and tell you unjudging strangers