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Jan 2023
How we carry the load upon our backs of
memories we wish could once again be our
reality.

We keep time in different ways like music use
to make our hearts skip a beat to a happy
tune, now the music of the soul is gone replacing it
with unanswered questions, fear, and doubt
isolating man within a place of cold unawareness.

Confinement we seem to choose to live each
moment making no difference how fragile the
world of unconscious thoughts used to glow with
hope, faith, and love we shared among all the species
here on earth, appreciating the happiness that we were
free to make dreams come true without the darkness
and shades that surround us.

With unwillingness, we no longer believe or care
for ourselves, only drifting deeper into the void of
nothing matters just time that passes on the darkened
paths that go nowhere, minds empty, forgotten brightness
of light that once filled all hearts and souls.

Now! Look around and see the emptiness in the eyes
of people who threw away their faith for
something they thought was better.

The wind blows past empty hearts that use
to enjoy the simple life, now emptiness
darkens the light away.

Now, all has changed because we choose
to live differently forgetting the joys of
just living as Children of God.

Our Heavenly Father once said hanging on
the cross before he died! “Forgive them, Father, for
they do not know what they do!”.

Maybe in the new world that is upon us now, we'll
remember exactly why we even existed! Till then
we roam without a thought of what Love even
means.  We merely exist.

We are no good to ourselves when we have no
idea who we are!

Many answers may satisfy man's distorted
mind!  But in time we shall find the answers
true.

Copyright © DerenaBree(All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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