If I Could Ever

The only thing I ever think about
The only feeling I ever experience
The only emotion I ever suppress
The only illness that affected me
But myself is not to blame
But myself got tired 
Went insane
Pain is what I know
Pain is what I see
Pain is what lingers through me
If I could ever think about something else
If I could ever look at the beauty of living 
If I could appreciate the things moving around me
The beauty of living 
The beauty of breathing 
If I could realize that I lack thanking
I think about the worse of life
Wasting the good parts
If I could ever know
If I could ever say 
If I could look at the pain 
And ignore it?
If I could encounter the suffer? 
And bear it?
If I could 
If I could ever
Compare the good times with the bad
If I could ever count the difference
If I could see the happiness of the heart
The beauty of waking up everyday 
The beauty of being able 
To see, to speak, to think, to hear
To feel…
Life is never perfect
It is full of highs and lows
Hard times and good times
And I should never give up 
I should always keep trying 
I should always take the best of everything
Nothing always taste sweet
There’s a bitterness in everything
But that bitterness can be avoided to feel 
Can be taken care of
If I just could see what my eyes weren’t able to see
If I could just hear the hidden music in air
If I could just bear and stand
Get hurt and stay strong 
If I could just believe 
That God is there
Keeping the best for else time.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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September 17, 2010 at 9:16 AM
As the week ends I find myself reading and enjoying the many diverse poems here at PoetrySoup today. I am glad to see your poetry among these Louzana. Have a wonderful weekend. Love, Carol
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September 16, 2010 at 4:19 PM
He is, Louzana.. Believe. Love, Audrey
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