Best Recovery From...Journey Poems
Blood that screams mixes with tears of fears,
Over your hypocrisy and useless years.
Fresh cuts don't matter - your attentions yet wane.
It's just too easy to shut down, I could end this pain.
But, escape artists aren't artists at all.
When life ends the real journey begins, the journey to be
Above imperfection and glorified weakness everyone sees.
Life trickles into the drain of the sink, wash it and pretend
The veil is burning off,but there is only so much fire can mend
Besides, escape artists aren't artists at all.
Her Journey Has Just Begun.
Don't think of her as gone away,
her journey has just begun,
her heart held too much sadness,
for her to happily go on.
Think of her as resting,
away from her sorrows and fears.
In a place she'll find warmth and comfort,
a place with no time, dates or years.
Think how she must be wishing,
that we could know today,
how nothing but our sadness,
will ever fade away.
Think of her as living,
in the hearts of those she touched,
for nothing loved is ever lost
and she was loved so much.
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