Some times,
I feel myself pretending that what I am actually not
Often, misunderstood.
Is life really that hard to deal with?
or did I make it difficult?
Many unanswered questions turmoiled in my mind,
And they filled me with void.
Every possibility of beautiful life has drowned in an unlimited silence.
That seems peaceful on the outside
but on the inside, excruciating pains.
Invisible to the open eyes,
the scars I wear unintentionally.
Waiting for the questions to turn up into the answers.
And I will find an earth of my own to stand
and over my head, a piece of sky.
@Maya
Painful yet beautiful lines Maya. ❣️
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Pain and pleasure are the ultimate basis of writing, without these feelings the words feel short.😊
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Very true! 🙌 And your poems prove that! 💕
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Thanks💕
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Well expressed and a beautiful ending
I relate, many times I feel lost to, but as if I was on the right path in another lifetime then got post and now trying to find my way back.
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At some point of life we all feel the same, But end of the day moving forward is the ultimate solution.😊
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Yes, accepting that the changes we live and experience is the only constant. To learn to embrace them.
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This touched my heart, I feel you and relate. Love to you Maya. 😘❤
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Thanks, ❤
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Whatever our current situation, it is comforting to find our own “piece of earth and sky” as often as we can. A beautiful, poignant poem! Have a great day, Maya! ❤
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Thanks Cheryl. ❤
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