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May 2018
To love, to live, to share, to feel;
In a world of suffering, oh so real,
So live your life to react and deflect,
Or be hurt and suffer, the hollow effect.

Be tough, be scared, be false, be strong,
Block it all out, in a fight to belong,
Winning the game, having it all;
For it's not a nice feeling, being vulnerable.

Oh pity the man who tries to fly,
Opens his heart, left to die,
A defenceless battle, in a stormy sea,
Weak and abandoned; just to be seen.

Imagine a world, where the wind is free,
It crashes, it wails; it breaks a tree,
Honest and true to nature's grace,
At peace, so pure; a contented face.

The pain, the hurt; no guilt, no shame,
Feeling the darkness, within the flame,
Touching the cliffs, the valley and mountains,
The moon, the sky, the clouds and fountains.

A blessèd life, it is to just be;
Harmony, Equanimity, Humility.
In a world of suffering, oh so real;
To love, to live , to share, to feel.
The first poem during my active process/ journey towards finding some inner peace (AKA my midlifer!).
Written by
Deep  40/M/Brighton, England
(40/M/Brighton, England)   
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