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Ink flows on the page
Whispers of stories so bold
Time held in each line
Revealing past deeds untold
Words act as a guage
Of our thoughts, from young to old
Baring through the age
When gazing on words untold
By turning each page
Growth of ideas unfold
Structured as a 5:7:5 haiku, but I tried to make it rhyme.
It’s not the heartbreak that screams.
It’s the silence that follows.
The way someone becomes a stranger
while their memories still live in your chest.
How they laugh with others the way they used to with you—
and you pretend it doesn’t sting.
You act okay.
You smile.
But inside, you're mourning someone who’s still alive,
just no longer yours.
In shadows deep, where sorrows lie,
The cuts we bear, they teach us why.
With every tear, a tale unfolds,
Of strength reborn and hearts turned bold.
Through laughter’s light, and whispers low,
We mend the wounds the world bestows.
Each bandage wrapped with care and grace,
Transforms our scars, reveals our face.
So cast aside the weight of rue,
For every hurt has crafted you.
Embrace the past, let shadows fade,
In every cut, our spirit's made.
The manner in which we respond to trials and tribulations shapes our patterns of behavior and our general attitude and perspective on life.
In youth we see the world through bright, bold eyes,  
Each thought a treasure wrapped in dreams untold.  
The sky seems near, the sun a grand surprise,  
We chase the winds, our hearts forever bold.  

But as the years unfold, the truth draws near,  
With every lesson, shadows cast their light.  
From shifting sands, we learn to face our fear,  
And what was once a dream now feels so right.  

A gentle grace within the heart does grow,  
As wisdom whispers softly in our ear.  
Perspective bends, reveals what we can't know,  
And through each change, we hold the past most dear.  

For learning shapes the mind, the soul, the view,  
And in this dance of time, we start anew.
I've heard it said that wisdom comes with age. I agree with this in general. Probably would be more accurate to say, with experience comes familiarity and usually insight and wisdom if one reacts appropriately to what one experiences. But it doesn't have the same catchy ring to it, like "with age comes wisdom." So, yeah. Whatever. I love you all. God bless. And hang in there. You aren't alone in your suffering and I share in the joy you express (and often the suffering too). ❤️✝️
Shadows dance with light,  
Each moment shifts the view,  
Life's glass half-full, bright.
We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Gn9IAYo0wZE
Here is a link to my YouTube channel, where I read poetry from my latest book, Sleep Always Calls.  It's available on Amazon.  My two other books are also available.  Seedy Town Blues and It's Just a Hop, Skip, and a Jump to the Madhouse.
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