An intense pain that sears through the heart….
Ripping across the soul…
Transcending across barriers all physical…
Heartache, tears, loneliness, grief…
Whatever be your ailment…
The cloak you choose to don…
The smile that you wear today,
The feeling that you feel…
‘Tis all a masquerade…
for the benefit of a passing parade..
a whirlwind called life…
sliced by a knife
kept aside for dreams that may never be
put away and stored, and pretended ignored
like pieces of the past
that tore you apart
never to be acknowledged, but you know they’re there
the fragments of your soul long lost, are smidgen
life was never meant to be a fancy fairytale
its about being one, then coming apart…
then being whole again
this is how it was always meant to be.
like a diamond in the rough..
the beauty of life is ethereal
I’m no mystic myself…
But trust me, this is real.
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