Somewhere along the way, we were taught to stop believing.
And I'm not talking about believing in Santa claus or the easter bunny or in unicorns and the tooth fairy.
I'm talking about believing in the things that matter.
When did we stop believing in love? In the power of a kiss and the idea that nothing can tear apart those who are meant to be together.
When did we stop believing in people? In humanity and kindness and the idea that there is good in all of us?
When did you stop believing in yourself? In your strength and your beauty and the idea that you can overcome whatever the world throws at you?
When did you stop believing?
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Monsters Are Human
PoetryShe was poetry in a world still learning the alphabet. [ Just poems I found on Tumblr.] [ I do not own any of these!! ] [ The first few are horse poems. But it gets better. ] #230 in Poetry - 1 June 2016
