Sometimes life seems just too much
I write as a beacon to tell others such
For it’s not easy the road we tread
The signs we ignore, others left unread.
How quickly we arrive at the end of life’s course
And we’re done, no time for remorse
What will you leave for those still in the race
As they gaze with expectation
Upon your wizened face
Will your thoughts turn inward
to salt in the sea
Or high fives at the pearly gate
Thus I write, for
Either option you’re free.
No matter who you are
Your story will include suffering
The hollow voice on the broken path
The stab to the heart that gives grief words
While most stand clear
Fearful to hear of sorrow’s wrath
Lest your mourning touch their funeral pyre
Of buried hopes, or broken dreams
Igniting flames of unquenched fire
Forget that you have stumbled, vision blinding
Faced dead ends, no need reminding
I just hope to God you get up again.
I love this photo. It embodies one of the great mysteries in life. We can go through the same experience but have opposite reactions. We all view life differently. It’s called perspective. Sometimes we need tears and sometimes smiles. 😍 Which inner child are you? Blessings
~Val
How did we get here
to this world of
hollowed out horror
this growing red circle
of pain, thickening
As it seeps into all the crevices
of our souls
i remember the words
just a faint whisper on a page
will there be any faith left?
perhaps
but the crows will
peck at it
murder the edges
Mock the mourners cries
Dance as the stench of death
Fills our nostrilS
Muttering as we clasp our ears
against the toning
of the bells and their fluttering wings.
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