Coming Back – Truth To Live...

Nafis Light



I could tell a truth or a tale
about whatever stories that I could make up
but I would rather talk about myself here
like someone who has many things to currently be unclear
because he has many wants
and even though he knows exactly what the answer is,
his anchor...his reason...isn’t strong enough;
The doubts...make his perceptions to rust and get rough
and things would get serious and he could not really laugh.

 

He knows it...and he has shared it here...on MPS;
He knows it...and he has told himself many times;
He wants to live by that truth
but the doubts...they came as interesting ideas
interesting things to be...instead
when the truth is that...this is it;
What part of this life journey
is so difficult to solve?
Seeming hindering every day
from becoming clear and positive;
Making the mission to be positive to be a struggle
but at least...not giving up...is something that he is capable
of doing every day...every moment...every second
when he thinks of the truth...that he does want to live.

 

- J.G.

  • Author: Nafis Light (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 4th, 2021 08:32
  • Category: Reflection
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  • L. B. Mek

    so, live on and choose to fight! those warms await to gorge on our flesh, an 'accident' that could dent our heart's - to flatlined silence: in mere seconds, remains a possibility within each step we take,
    so then - why submit willingly to that darkness that waits to consume and return us back to that nothingness we can't even remember,
    fight and do so with what laughter you can squeeze, out of this pitiful thing - we call life...
    what proof exists that we're 'entitled' to better cards than we're dealt, by what measure? what of those born to suffer within each breath of their literal 'days' of existence, their nose and mouth strapped to tubes as their reality of 'life'?
    'fck it!' just make the best of what tangible reality we have to grasp, the rest will come: whether we want it or not, there's no point in submitting to existence's fatalist emptiness any sooner than we need to...
    thanks for inspiring my scribbled reply dear Poet, liked the raw introspective elements in your write,
    Happy New Year



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