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Mar 2014
Every day is like another challenge.
Another chance to survive...
We boast and gloat ,
Off the little we know.
You discover more when you are open,
With no expectations of what’s to be.
Until you develop your own morals.
You unfurl your tainted schemes.
Ruin your reputation.
There is so much you've failed to seek,
Oh darling...
Your intentions pure,
Not pure enough to save the tainted ground in which you step.
I can tell you’re upset..
About the outcomes of the dreams.
May you weep in sorrow,
Even though tomorrow...
Holds another key,
To another door,
To another world of opportunity,
If only you’re crusted eyes could see.
The potential of passion,
Within the being.
Let your veins bleed out the poison ,
Your induced drug like reality.
Binge on sweet alcohol and smoking down your regrets.
But are they regrets? Or disappointments of who you are?
We see those nights reflect in the mirror,
The grim look upon your young face.
The crinkle marks faded where your smile used to be.
Running from fears and broken hearts,
Sitting in the rain...
Cold, worn and rejected.
When even turned up in the dirt,
They still pick for more.
I’m fearful to die alone...
To fade unnoticed.
To have loved is to have felt great pain,
To have lived is to have gained and lost.
When the day is old and you lay to rest your head,
Don’t be troubled by your past,
Or fear the unknown.
For one day we will stumble upon
The greatest gift...
Unconditional love and affection
Traci Eklund
Written by
Traci Eklund  Northern Mitten, USA
(Northern Mitten, USA)   
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