My world did end when I was sixteen. And again when I was 18 and again briefly in the morning when I couldn't move from my bed...
So I don't have enough hope that it won't end again because that's the way it is, you know, life is riddled with endings, and change, insufferable pain.
but the other truth about endings. is that they do come with a counterpart. everytime the world has ended it has also began
So if i were to talk to 16 yr old me, i would look him in the eyes and say, I believe, that your world is collapsing, that you will never be the same,
It will collapse many more times but the sun will rise the next day and you will do this again and again and again and
maybe someday we won't speak so much about the end
and say my world began when I was 16 and again when I was 18 and briefly this morning when I rose from my bed
With the sun up ahead.
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Author:
Baraka Daye (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Endings are but beginnings to new horizons. So the world never ends, but if it ends just know there's a beginning after.
- Category: Reflection
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"Every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end" - Semisonic, "Closing Time"
There's never an end, just a detour to another route.
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