And when I look at skyline, I try to look beyond what I see / I see the trace of clouds / but beyond what I see, I feel the rush of the wind dying into a breeze / I hear the sea embracing the rocks / I feel the lightness of clouds / I peer into the beyond and I see / two strong pillars and a loving group of three / that’s my hakuna matata / a place of no worries
This is art. Poetry that I have made in complete seriousness, yet with words that have been stripped of anything that covered the truth. All you need to do is read between the lines.
Saturday, February 26, 2022
Wednesday, February 16, 2022
can I look at myself?
I could walk away now, as I have done before,
but if I feel the slightest of worry for you
I will come back;
if you are truly by yourself,
you know deep down
I have always got your back.
I used to ask myself why I don't "move on",
but that's not true because I have;
I shouldn't hate myself for caring about you,
just because you don't, doesn't mean I can't.
In fact, that I care only makes me better,
that I am compassionate only builds me deeper.
Although these values have brought me sadness,
at the right time, they will beget greatness.
I tell myself that being good isn't foolish,
just be proud to look at yourself in the abyss.
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