Living
With the feeling of
Not being good enough
While being quite good
Quite enough
We play in our free time
The tug of several wars
Almost always unknowingly
Until we let go of that tight rope
We walk, out of chaos
The one that holds us
In motion, in stasis
Until it doesn't anymore
And we see how we exist
In two places, the same time
Love and Hate
All for the self, by the self.
-Al
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Author:
Alan R (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 28th, 2024 10:30
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
I feel sure you have written a poem here, that many would be able to relate to. The tug of war within the mind. Nicely composed Alan.
Thanks a lot for stopping by and for your support 😊
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