The dichtomy of living – trying to hide in the thick of the underbelly but also rising above. These two poems illustrate well what being on that spectrum of life means.
Hidden
put away forever
shame entangles
tears flow morosely
memories
becoming reality
endlessly
utterly
a mere figment
concocted by fear.
From darkness,
Light shines,
From silence,
Sound reverberates,
From emptiness,
Companions valued,
From ignorance,
Knowledge surfaces,
From frustration,
Action grows,
From necessity,
Inventions glorify,
From impatience,
Patience surges,
From hopelessness,
Hope evolves,
From nothing,
Everything develops.
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Thank you very much for the re-blog, Susi. I am grateful, it’s a pleasant surprise.:)
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You’re welcome, Aishwarya! It’s my pleasure to showcase your work! 🙂
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Your gesture is thoughtful, thank you Susi. 🙂
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