Hatter Musings

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How do you cope?
A lost love
A broken heart
A child taken too soon
Wings clipped to early.

How do you breathe?
An itchy-palmed father,
A glassy eyed mother,
Debtors coming to collect
Cash or kind in pound of flesh.

How do you keep living?
A memory unwilling to die
Phantom pains from times not forgotten
Fractured to retain vestiges of the whole
Lady luck's nose raised in indignation

Who sees you?
Those who are unknown to your struggles.
Those who have been where you are
Or those who dredge up buried tales, mockery personified.

How do you run?
The liquid amber housed by see- through fragile neck.
A sting of liquid rush after which you shutter off.
Inhale, your ticket to different present
Or a meaningless dance of flesh as old as time.

Where do you run?
A gathering of kindred hearts,
Avail yourself space from the grief in time
Or an alternate reality shrouded from a jaded present.

Who has it better?
The blissed out figure ,with mind far away for semblance of normalcy?
The Family down to their last penny?
The War dogs roofs of cartons and bridges?
The Children, remnants of blood and turf wars pandering to the whims of a self-serving greater power?
The girl with a forgotten past and uncertain future, lost with no hope of being found.
The young, whose beauty is pain and what pain it is?
The one with no escape than the relief  scarred skin and red essence brings?
Or the ones whose demons exist in the mind than outside of it?

For some, they find their North Star
For some, The Stars are ever present to give hope.
Some even need just the the light of the moon, waxing or waning to brighten their paths.
Others, Wander hopeless in the depths of Seoul  with no hope of freedom

To each his or her own
To wonder and pander
A dissonance in existence
A discordance on reality
Alas not all attain safety, freedom or redemption.

                                A/N

Everybody has a story. I have come to understand empathy is an integral part of humanity, Alas, if that is lost then its only a waiting game.

Please pardon my errors, still trying to get a hang of this thing called writing. I haven't always been the best a putting down how I fell on paper. All the same thank you so much for checking this out. . Much hugs from this side of the world.,Muah!!!!