Peace and love
Words that fit
Together seamlessly
But sorrow and happiness
Don’t belong in
The same line
Each word needs
Its own place
Fills its own space
Well, that’s how
It would be
In a perfect world
But the truth is
This world
Is not perfect
Honest reflection asks
If perfection should
Be my goal, anyway?
Without deep sorrow
Can there be
True happiness?
No simple answer
Only a mystery
One I must accept
Allowing its truth to
Sink way down deep
Into my soul
Where sorrow
And happiness
Are woven together
An unbreakable seam
Holding the fabric of
My heart in place
Yes….with piece of tattered sorrow, there’s a happiness thread to weave us back together….
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These lines really resonate:
Honest reflection asks
If perfection should
Be my goal, anyway?
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Thanks for sharing, Jazz. Hope you are well. 😊
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Kelley,
This poem speaks to me. I especially like the ending.
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Thank you, Ali. The ending was a bit of a struggle-that means a lot. ☺️
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Good job being brave.
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