these too shall pass, they said
still, I have to live it through
ironic how my mind knows enough
but my heart is still a child
a fool.
it cries to all the bad happens
it aches and tears my soul
please calm yourself, little
that’s just how life is,
when you grow.
can’t shed tears over every obstacle
can’t wish for death every time feel low
can’t run away from all the pain
take a deep breath…
and move forward, no matter how slow.
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Author:
Blue Violet (
Offline) - Published: December 16th, 2021 21:15
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
Your writing is beautiful , my mind is a mess........
If your mind's a mess, I bet it's an exotic one
If you think it's an exotic one, then your's must be outlandish
'these too shall pass, they said
still, I have to live it through
ironic
how my mind knows enough
but my heart is still, a child
a fool.'
(I strive to write poetry
that flows as effortlessly
and conquers hearts, as subtly
as your lines)
what a privilege to witness your poetic growth,
and read your memorable words
thank you!
for choosing to share, dear Poet
I am overwhelmed with joy. I appreciate your kind words, dear Poet. I learn more from your lines, also.
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