Source: Uncensored Poets 17
My pain is adjacent to my hapiness.
I endure all with the same measure.
I can’t seem to measure, for I endure pain in the hope of hapiness
And ensure hapiness with the hope of questioning what will happen when pain surprises me .
For the pain that you’ve caused
I’ll forgive you like you’ve done nothing
For the hurful words you’ve said
I’ll brush them off my mind like you said nothing
For my innocence that you’ve devoured
I’ll try to let go of the painful memories that you’ve instilled
For causing nothing but trouble
I’ll come handy with a bag full of solutions
Isn’t it wonderful that you thought you were doing bad
But turned me into a goddess of hope
Isn’t it wonderful that you thought you were destroying me
But your deeds seemed like a building block to the inner me?
Truth of the matter is, no matter what you do, wonder comes and wonder doesnt only come
wonder comes and bring hope
when the least you ever think about is causing destruction.
Too much maybe be said, too much maybe be hidden. What’s more important? Telling an untold story or remaining silent when there is a story to tell.
Poetry is the way to tell
Play with words
Fill in a paper the music composed by the heart and translated by the mind.