Ways I adore humans, supersede people.
And artists—who can colour my soul more than they do?
I still avoid what gives me life, knowing it can also take it.
I still try to understand why these paths undress you, then dress you again.
I am stranded, yet my feet never fail me.
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Author:
Samuel Potsane (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 26th, 2026 07:11
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this poem because I think I've seen enough in humans and it kinda affected me badly
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
The thrill of the edge is also the most dangerous. A lovely write
Thank you so much
You are most welcome
This feels very real and personal—it captures that quiet strength of moving on without drama, just dignity and grace. Nicely put.
Thank you very much
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