The,
Simplicity of,
A short poem is,
That it builds upon itself.
Like,
Stairs that lead,
Upward toward some height,
That you never imagined existed.
People,
Also build,
Their lives in steps,
To cope with harsh reality.
Perhaps,
It would be best,
For me to be happy more,
Even if deep inside, I feel very sad.
Maybe,
Just maybe,
I will convince myself,
That the sad reality, is not real.
Then,
I can be,
A bit happier,
For a little while.
1 comment:
it is hard to change, especially to change a mood or a way of thinking. but i have to believe (like your poem says) that change is possible. like this one alot.
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