A disappointment of this sort
Is a certain low death
Everyday I lose a bit of my breath
It takes time, to truly believe life
Believe, that pain can change
And acceptance has no range
And perhaps time can be
Rushed into the company
Of what creates epiphanies
Some, hold the power to bend
This time, here and now
Recreating me, I don't know how
And while I go through this fire
The memory of death doesn't hurt
Sustaining this wild, colorful rebirth.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by a little trip that included Serbian history and the resilience I am destined to embody.
- Category: Reflection
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