I’ve seen a setting sun.
A sun so bright, I want to run.
Because no one chases the moon.
It always leaves too soon.
I’ve accepted what cannot be met.
A passing feeling of Summer sweat.
That gentle breeze that comes from spring.
A feeling of birth after winter leaves.
It seems to be a circle, full circle.
A motion to release my pent up emotion.
And yet I shed a tear for what is lost.
I cannot place it, like a summer’s frost.
It’s a feeling that’s not meant to be.
A feeling I cannot lose inside of me.
But to truly move past myself.
I must confess I’ve lost myself.
-OM
44.1
You are confessing have lost yourself
yet, you write these letters for a reason
you know is not easy to still be alive
writing here is like fighting to survive
don’t want to give up committing treason
that you’re not alone, need to realize
with help and support, you will thrive,
you will win against any bad season.
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That’s well said and done. I hope you have a good holiday. 🙂
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Wow!
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