poem 32
“I let go
and set myself free
I closed my eyes
and let myself be
I let myself feel my emotions
I feel my discomfort
I feel my old pain
I feel my heart hurt
I realized I was carrying old pain
which made my body ache
my tears kept flowing
creating a lake
which I drowned in
only to realize I could breathe
only to realize this pain
wasn’t what I thought it to be
they were my attempts to be genuine
in a plastic world
moments where people laughed
but my thoughts were pure
so I shelled myself off
pretending to be
something else
that wasn't even me."
I effin love it. Not that my opinion matters here. I do wonder if such beautiful words could really have the same meaning to everyone who reads them. They couldn't possibly though because that would mean deep down were all the same. We come from different versions of the same pain but we survive and cry in different languages that would mean we are on the same side with the same goals to achieve in different ways but trying to change everything that's not even real when our focus would be better for everyone if even one of us started focusing on changing our own heads to a place we actually want to live in. I'm sorry don't mind me I'm contemplating if our reason for being is transmuting negative energy into positive and balancing everything in our own energetic kind of way... I know I'm crazy right but seriously it could possibly be just think :) S.T.
ReplyDeletewe all are the same, we all feel the same feelings on different ways. I agree, life is about transmuting that negative energy into something beautiful that resonates from every pore of your body.
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