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Through Chaos

Not as We Thought

By ArjirisPublished 2 months ago 2 min read
From chaos, who are we?

This is how we were raised;

Fearless; relentless; immovable.

The first thing we ever saw,

Chaos; born of missteps and a fractured past.

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This is how we were raised,

Unshaken by mortality or pride; untouched by thugs and disinformers.

We were taught to set them aside,

To let them fool themselves into thinking they are us,

We felt no fear, never spoke lies; we held our heads and stances high,

Just as our father taught us; one evening, speaking of humility!

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This is how we were raised,

Believing one day we could change the world,

Striving to grasp what seemed untouchable,

Aiming for goals behind crystal vitrines.

We set our own needs aside to serve a purpose; a deal worth chasing,

For it was a dream to us; an idea almost forbidden to touch!

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This is how we were raised,

Asking nothing in return; holding nothing too close to our hearts.

The goal was all that mattered; a target we knew we would never reach,

And still, amid the chaos, we made it through.

Do my words reach you, or are you also gone; hazed in thought?

We touched the unreachable; the prize we once longed for,

And now…. seeing it…. it slips through our grasp!

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This is how we were raised,

Not to believe in fairytales, even when we needed them;

And now we see it was never the answer; never the golden solution,

Only training, a rehearsal for whatever comes next.

How could we have known? We were only children; thrown into the fire of chaos we never understood.

And now we look back as it trembles like a half-remembered dream;

Where we stand now? Is it real…or only the remnant of one?

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This is how we were raised,

Believing we could always do better;

Blindly trusting a shapeless belief we had no reason to trust,

Yet failing to see the answer had always lived within us.

Even now, sometimes avoiding the depth, so as not to disturb our inner peace;

Even now, knowing that everything was a masquerade,

We would still do it again; Just as before, driven by the same fierce heart,

Changing nothing but the devotion to act upon it.

Because…This is how we were raised;

Fearless; relentless; immovable.

And still, amid the chaos, we made it through!

Poetry

About the Creator

Arjiris

Vividly exploring emotions and imagery through prose poetry!

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