Realise Not A Reason
Are we always on the right side of the questions? — A poem
Now and again it can feel like we are running in place. Now and again we are playing hide and seek, with time we did not know we had. Looking around at all these beautiful faces. How hard it is to turn and walk away. Wondering why we all are not born the same way.
Everybody wants to pull the realisation closer. Everybody wants to touch the beautiful description.
A heart that is left unheard. Is deflated as -the why- is left unanswered.
How many mistakes would we make if they helped us forget? What if hatred became fear? Who would let go before having their say?
Should we heal before we change? What if emotions were hands. Could we ever wash them clean? Are we always on the right side of the questions? What if love brought a faster demise? Who would decide to depart lacking love?
If we fall, how many do we take down with us?
“Yes, we are going to live this life, before we leave it all behind. Before we disappear to the other side”
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