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476              7/16/2014

 

There are many ways to die

And there are many stories to tell

About how it could be

Or how it

Might have been.  

Looking inside

The view isn’t always pretty

Because even if

There is more than one solution

The truth is non-negotiable.

Winning is a dangerous thing

And treasures are just as bad

Because it is then

That we forget

Who, why, and how.

We rest and we soften

Then we relax and wonder

Full of ourselves

And false empathy.

We morally equate

And emotionally devolve

Thinking everything is chance

And everything is good. 

But all ethics are not equal

And some men

Thirst for murder

Succumbing to jealousy

And pure hatred. 

I have taken off the old man

And he is dead in the dust

Decomposed and wasted

Forgiven and forgotten.

I am renewed

And I am aware

More alive than ever

And strong enough

To say no

Without pain or equivocation.    

My dreams were not wasted

And now they are realized

In unexpected ways

In the love of children

I never knew I would have. 

Hardship and sacrifice

Will come

But now I see the hidden opportunities

On the other side. 

Let it sink in

Like the warmth of the sun

Closing your eyes

For just a moment. 

The silence passes

So will all of this

But we have lost nothing

And gained everything.