Pain is the Flower | Short Poem No. 123

pain is the flower
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Pain is the flower that blooms from the crack in the concrete.
Pain is what enables us to feel. . .
To find beauty in life.

I haven’t flown the heights of joy
before diving the depths of hurt:
Overwhelmed and lost.

But pain won’t last forever.
Beauty will search for any crack it can find
and bloom something wonderful.

I Scribble My Last Letter

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

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I Scribble my Final Letter | Poetry Remix No. 60

scribble my final letter
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Tonight, I scribble my final letter.
I’ve waited ’til now to say goodbye.
I guess I was always avoiding this.
But no, I couldn’t give a reason why.

Crushing thoughts cause my body to shiver.
Oh, how forever-expectations die.
Acquainted with the taste of sharp distraught.
Lifetimes pass in the gentle tears I cry.

Trinkets echo thoughts of you in my mind,
Thoughts that pierce me at a moment’s beckon.
But memories are all I have to choose
to hold onto when I cannot reckon.

But still, my heart cannot accept the truth
that what it has, it had, and had to lose.

Smoke and Mirrors

Chapter 2020. Honestly Self-Aware.

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