The sinking feeling of existence,
Falling deep into the pit of sadness and regret.
Oh, how can I believe in beautiful wonders
When I see only darkness ahead.
In a world where violence thrives,
Through media's lens and human lives.
Surrounded we are, by it's dark embrace.
Seeking solace, longing for a gentler space.
Yes, there is hate in the world,
But perhaps there is much joy.
The joy of new birth,
The birth of a child or the realization of life.
The breath of life fuels all creatures.
Nature's power, multiplied by a billion,
Gives us this incredible gift.
Yes, sometimes the dark is too difficult to bear,
But the bright pushes us forward.
Feel the warmth of our mother's lasting embrace.
Praised be.
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Poetry. From the broken soul.
PoetryPoetry written over a time span of over ten years. This includes some of my darkest and lightest moments and the stories of others. Most deal with topics such as suicide, depression, family, eating disorders, religion, self harm, acceptance, recover...
