those alive continuously waver back and forth
experiencing one or the other
and inhabiting this space
in each and every shade in between
maybe it will be the tragic stain of black
covering them entirely in darkness
or perhaps the gentle brilliance of the sun
lifting them into the light
as their canvas layers thicken with experience
dabbed hopefully also with acceptance and grace
they come away with their unique shading
blending the opposing colors of the spectrum
black and white
all or none
some does not function
within this prism bent to hell
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Interesting way of putting it.
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YOU BETCHA. BUT WHY AM I SHOUTING?
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No idea.
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Susi this is a very wise poem. It’s life that enhances our life’s experience and develops our personality to its fullest.
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They do indeed! What we take away, what we learn only makes it better. 🙂 Thanks, Sadje!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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So beautiful! Love the title!
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Thank you, Isha! 🙂
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Beautiful poem Susi !👍🤝
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Thank you so much, Srikanth. I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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