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Lya Hilburn Poem
Of a souls none are whole, all have holes.
Memories untold, lives unheard, Pains undiscovered, and sorrowful tolls.
Hidden and veiled, they persevere their closed hearts
We close the lid, fill it up each day until the glass cracks and our souls leak out.
Patched up fast, and we hide the cracks till we break again.
Endless cycle, permanently broken, and temporarily repaired.
Examples for history that no one learns.
Entrusted to the special, only to be betrayed and judged .
Maybe why no one trusts anymore.
The world fears each other's judgement.
Brother turns on brother, friend on friend.
Why must we judge what we don't understand?
We tear ourselves and everyone else around use apart.
To hate is to love, to love is to hate.
One cannot exist without the other.
A way of life we have created with fear of what we don't know.
Copyright © Lya Hilburn | Year Posted 2018
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Lya Hilburn Poem
Soul of man evil as the dark.
Fading light and hidden obstacles vanishing from sight.
Truths have no truth here, trials have no omen.
Overthrown by a spark yet conceived in a whisking breeze that carries diminishing dreams.
Dark Charcoal hearts, there's one in us all.
Find the match to your coal and light your soul.
Some knows it's there, Some has never seen the light.
I think an introduction is in order.
Though some will turn it away and hide in their dark shame.
Other will embrace the light and live in their new-found spark.
Someone's choice is all their own.
If the chance is not given can you truly live?
To live in the dark is not a life.
To live is nothing if you cannot see or comprehend it.
Live in a shadow and all will seem dark. sky will cry and the thunder will shout.
The wind shall moan for your soul
And the sun will fight for you.
Light the match and watch you heart flicker to life.
As the world now glows and everything becomes clear.
The bees seem to play and the flowers to dance.
The sun smiles and the moon sings the night's hymn.
The wind whistles and your heart beats the anthem of dreams.
One match, one spark one strike can change a heart.
Copyright © Lya Hilburn | Year Posted 2018
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