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Poem by MwsR

Visit by MwsR

There is a place whether in a dream or life
That you can imagine yourself being, and leaving behind all the strife.
That place is a resting place for your soul and mind.
It is one that no one but you can find.
When shadows try to take your sun away
You can revisit this place and for a while stay.

A place for comfort, reflection, and rest
This place is simply the best.
Everyone has their own place like this
There is no challenge there, at least not in this.
Visit this place when you need
Go there when you can, I plead.

When you get ready to pack
Take only what you need to come back.
Leave behind all the negativity and pain
Because with those things life surely will seem the same.
Revisit if and when you can
There your strength will help you stand.

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Poem-We Forget by MwsR

We Forget, by MwsR

In self-inflicted blindness, we forget all the ones that are in pain
Then we turn and look over our shoulders never accepting the blame.
Onward we keep going, forever clueless in our own little bubble
Looks like we should access while we are down in the rumble,
But we don’t and then we deceive ourselves into thinking that all is right,
Even when we toss and turn away into the night.
What is it that makes a person truly at peace?
Is it knowing that others we can deceive if they only believe?
It’s like a game of chance that we are willing to partake of
Not caring who we step on or who we shove.
Selfish we enter this world, selfish we leave it.
It’s not just me thinking this and you better believe it.
Why can’t we stop fooling ourselves,
Stop hurting others because they let us, themselves.
We need to acknowledge that we all play a part in this world together.
God didn’t create us to be alone, especially forever.
To care about others we give parts of ourselves away,
For as long as it takes, maybe a year, maybe for just a day.
Anyone worthy of love is worth the learning
When others come first, in actuality we come alongside them.
No, we can’t be always good or right, but we can bring things up and together, just like a seamstress’s hem.

Life…