The Essence
The world can be a dark place. The world can be a cold place. But at the times we are weakest. Our strength increases the most. When we are down and defeated. Such times when our humanity is shown. Victory has never prepared one. For the harsh truth which is to come. Possibility of failure is present at every turn. For such is the reality we call our home. No matter how bludgeoned we’ve become. Each scar will sing it’s very own song. They combine in a symphony of triumph and defeat. Capturing the very essence of life it seems. I urge you all to listen to this tune. Consume it’s knowledge and learn for me and for you.
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J.T.
My poetry is a part of me. It is the voice I too often try to smother. But I hope by sharing I might come to terms with it. I am however, always thankful for constructive critique and if you find typos be sure to point them out. And you are always...
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