Pirouetting Preoccupation
Sashay Sashay
By Misha KellyPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo by Laura Marques on Unsplash
Darkness falls as the sun meets the sea
In the midst of chaos I am no longer free
Staring straight into the vast unknown
The struggles become my precious stone
Rapidly revealing how much I've grown
A pebble in my shoe keeps poking me
Can I remove the pebble or simply allow it to be
Tricky tests always challenging me
I surrender and accept what is meant to be
Our only way out is through our own grief
Now, why surrender the beauty that is now for the pain that is brief
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Misha Kelly
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I suppose there is always beauty in the human condition. It belongs to all of us. I tend to believe the next life or reality is going to be less grievous than this one.But what if it's not? What if this life is training for the next where we experience ultimate suffering? Not, ultimate joy. Maybe the best bits of this reality are as beautiful as it gets forever. Or maybe this is just a not so special sampling like a box of Whitmans Chocolate.