LauraElizaHaynes
Knowing enough is enough,
Begins with believing you are enough.
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When fertile ground becomes barren,
Pastures are spent,
What was full has emptied;
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Freezing in place is unsound!
Find a peace in movement.
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Ride out the regret,
Face down the sadness,
Accept that all things change;
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Turn from victimhood,
Find a hero’s grace.
I wonder at times,
If I can ever find solace.
Explaining in rhymes;
The suffering, the bollocks?
I find all around me,
Our species applauding.
Its wit and its beauty;
So blinding, so deluding.
So far from the truth,
At best just bright monkeys.
Blundering, and letting loose;
Like fools, like junkies.
Slavishly pursuing,
Poor regard for good deeds.
Hell bent on satiating;
Our desires, our needs.
What about compassion,
And responsibility?
Why we are swayed by fashion;
With triviality, with frivolity?
I have it all;
Or so they say.
The flat, the car,
The man, the pay.
It’s not enough,
Don’t feel complete.
My destiny,
Still yet to meet…
You have every right to exist
So try and wear a smile
Soon this melancholy will desist
And you know you’re not vile
Sometimes it’s hard to remember
That you have a place in this world
So easy to give in, surrender
Leaving hope unfurled
But every time I hit a low
I must convince me once again
That this is just my ebb and flow
The me that’s mad and sane
Take heart as every time you manage
To find the means to carry on
You’re beginning to know the language
That lets this misery be gone.
Cannot see the truth.
Blighted with worries,
I bend and stoop.
Caught in the eddies,
I search for proof.
That our race,
Can escape its greed.
Can grow, show grace,
Its morals breed.
Assure the future’s safe.
From those few,
Whose self interest,
Will spoil for you.
The potential best,
That almost grew.
Before we got,
Carried away.
With what,
We have and where we lay.
To a time when our lot.
Is for knowledge,
And not things.
When a grudge,
And blings,
Cannot define things.
