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I’m going to have to accept that I will lose everything I cherish
At least, what I can’t save with my own strength and will
This is how I am reduced to myself
Reminding me of the insignificance of my desires
Of what I call ‘valuable’
But there’s nothing more valuable than ‘you’
This is why I don’t account for the little things
Because they all eventually leave you
And you’re left piercing yourself hollow with guilt and pain
When you could have always been aware of the fact that all joy is fleeting
But you chose to take it to heart and believe that it could last forever.
How do you strike a balance between knowing loss and accepting it?
At least, what I can’t save with my own strength and will
This is how I am reduced to myself
Reminding me of the insignificance of my desires
Of what I call ‘valuable’
But there’s nothing more valuable than ‘you’
This is why I don’t account for the little things
Because they all eventually leave you
And you’re left piercing yourself hollow with guilt and pain
When you could have always been aware of the fact that all joy is fleeting
But you chose to take it to heart and believe that it could last forever.
How do you strike a balance between knowing loss and accepting it?
Published 31st May 2017
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31st May 2017 2:49pm
it's a dance & we embrace the music & the dancer
until we come to the last of it;
devastating poetry...
until we come to the last of it;
devastating poetry...
16th Jun 2017 10:12am
3rd Jun 2017 2:21pm
How do you strike a balance between knowing loss and accepting it?
Your answer lies in the previous line. My Father always said knowing is half the battle ... the other half is what you do with it.
This is a perfect demonstration of human vulnerability through the aquisition of knowledge. Wasn't it Solomon who said Sorrow is Wisdom's price tag?
Quite a contrast next to Joy.
Your answer lies in the previous line. My Father always said knowing is half the battle ... the other half is what you do with it.
This is a perfect demonstration of human vulnerability through the aquisition of knowledge. Wasn't it Solomon who said Sorrow is Wisdom's price tag?
Quite a contrast next to Joy.
Knowing the answer and accepting it is another problem.
If 'sorrow is wisdom's price tag' then 'ignorance is bliss' should be the motto to live by.
My father never told me anything about life.
I had to figure it out for myself.
Mistake after mistake.
Till the mistakes made no sense and right was just as bad as wrong.
Who was I to draw the line.
What did the line mean?
Did it even matter?
But it did, in some fucked up way.
We became our own gods and what should be was replaced with what could or can be.
So I pondered.
If 'sorrow is wisdom's price tag' then 'ignorance is bliss' should be the motto to live by.
My father never told me anything about life.
I had to figure it out for myself.
Mistake after mistake.
Till the mistakes made no sense and right was just as bad as wrong.
Who was I to draw the line.
What did the line mean?
Did it even matter?
But it did, in some fucked up way.
We became our own gods and what should be was replaced with what could or can be.
So I pondered.
Value the selfless, devalue the selfish... and never eat shellfish without removing the entrails... and sons should ignore a father's insight anyway, we've got to own our mistakes and find our own way before we become our own man...
Deep contemplations, brother. Interesting subject matter too, something I've also explored whilst getting lost. Great to delve into your poetic thought trains again.
Deep contemplations, brother. Interesting subject matter too, something I've also explored whilst getting lost. Great to delve into your poetic thought trains again.
3rd Oct 2017 6:45pm
or just bad poetry. sucks to be yourself from time to time. Thanks for stopping by. :)
