Hiding From Existence
How easy it is not to be sought or seen,
hiding from existence,
missing its eloquence...
when feelings resurge
to question the misery of what has been.
Why does one choose
moods of loneliness
and turn into a lurking shadow,
then rest under a solitary willow?
Why be the friend of solitude,
instead of sunshine on spring days?
That's what made me hide,
not living fully and loving happily;
avoiding sunlight, awaiting darkness
and fall asleep on a cold pillow
to emit sighs of painful sorrow.
Did I ever think how beautiful it was
to hold hands and smile while
moonbeams inspired fantasy?
No, I hid from the beautiful moon of midnight
denying myself the sweetness of gentle words
spoken by lips that had the sincerity of a true heart;
how I regret the unwillingness to share those hugs!
Be warned that hiding from existence
is another form of perfidious pretense:
to go unnoticed and not being loved;
are you willing to pay the same price,
or choose to love like the ones who failed twice?
Learn from them and share their joyful world!
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