“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Sunday, September 13, 2015
Cause and effect
(I never meant to be the cause,
but I know
I too
shall pass)
Because I am here now
because now never was
because I was a mistake
because my children were perfection
because knots can untie
because I have thumbs.
Because we are all smarter
because we learn from the past
because the past is a leash
because we can escape
because we try to avoid death
because hurting is feeling too much
because healing is a miracle enough.
Because nobody will ever know
Why we are here.
Image By not stated (FBI Photos image source) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons. FBI Laboratory scientist.
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