The Choice
Parallels we live
Sides that want to be balanced
The feeling like it is a finger touch away
Where the air feels different
An inner flame that burns, not to rise above
But the inner workings of hate
mindset is quick to remind yourself of the reality lived
an unhappy one to face
because in another parallel without the one spark of light
a light that no longer shines just from me
does not make me break
I am not mad
I can never be angry
because that is a life lived
where hope becomes mistaken, evaporated in the midst
a white blanket of snow shivers and is cold
a way to look for a new start, a new beginning
only for the ache to spring
the letting go of a hand, the subtle stop to a laugh
Before the remembrance that it may never happen again
a way to look for a new start
a new beginning
only for the ache to spring
When did joy become a meme
Why is there a celebration and entertainment onto the screams
Numb
Shame
from loving the same
BALANCE
always seeking
no more wasting time
About the Creator
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