What We've Been Through

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    What We've Been Through

    Extreme cliffs

    Undermining limits

    Not everything fits

    But there’s nothing you can do about it

     

    You may fall off

    And climb back up

    But then someone may push you off

    No matter how many times you climb back up

    Again.

     

    Is it so hard

    To be accepted

    For  who you are?

    To not be rejected?

     

    Is it so easy to deny

    Someone the right

    And exemplify

    Them when they don’t put up a fight?

     

    How about love?

    Is it something you can just shove

    Around? Aren’t we above

    All of that? Is it that tough?

     

    What about friendship?

    Do we always have to flip

    When someone else tips

    The boat just a little bit?

     

    Or can we stay

    Steady all the way

    Through fights

    Through tests

    Through dark light

    Through messes.

     

    The heart is a complicated

    Thing, for a boy or a girl

    With it, you become infatuated

    Hesitative

    Always belated

     

    Sometimes you can’t

    Understand it

    Sometimes you can’t

    Forget it.

    So why does the life

    Have to be filled with

    Love and sharp knives

    Dull edges and if

    It be willing so,

    Interesting surprises

     

    Although hardships

    Come by and go

    And life does some shallow dips

    There’s always something to show

     

    At the end,

    We always fend

    For our own

    Even if we’re thrown

    Into the deep end

    With our friends

    We’ll climb back up

     

    If your alone now

    Someday you’ll find

    Someone who you’ll allow

    To be nice and kind

    To you and perhaps

    They’ll come sooner or later

    Or perhaps you’ll find them.

     

    But life goes on

    Until you say so,

    Or something else says so

    And if you don’t live through

    Obstacles

    Then how would you receive those

    Miracles?

     

    In fact, to decide

    That everything is

    Worthless up till now

    And to hide those

    Very white wings

    Of yours

    I’d consider

    Is the very mindset that

    We’d like to destroy.

     

    Because those with thorns

    And those with dark black wings

    That cover the light

    Don’t have that right

    To take away the chance given to you

    That very first night.

     

    And granted everyone

    Starts with pure white wings

    And those that are weak

    When they are left alone

    Are those whose wings turn

    Darker and darker.

     

    In their mind

    They fantasize

    About how to find

    And jeopardize

    The wings of those

    Pure and sound.

     

    To gain revenge

    They want to singe

    Our wings so they can have

    Companions

     

    What to do?

    Do we help?

    Or do we ignore like others

    Have done to us

     

    No we stand and we help,

    We could kill

    But we don’t

    We could punish

    But we don’t

    We give kindness

    That they won’t

    And we give love

    Which we will

    Always help and give

    Until the core of their hearts

    Are made to relive

    Again the feeling

    Of emotion, love, happiness,

    Sadness and all the things

    That make life

    Life.

     

     

    We are here to help.

     Do not think we are naïve

    Little things

    And do not think that we are

    People who think we know everything

     

    Because if not for experience

    How could we help those

    Who have the coincidence

    To go through such misfortune

     

    For that we know

    Vaguely what you are going through

    Because although the situation

    Is different

    The feelings you have

    The emotions you keep inside

    Were all ours at some point in time.

     

    For now we will help you

    And show you the way to

    Banish these things

     

    Just to show you the way

    The new way

    Our way

    The lighter way

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    Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

    T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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