Be True and Follow You Happiness Will
No Pain, No Gain
I am not here for fun.
Fun is a side effect.
I am not here for happiness.
Happiness is a side effect.
I am here to be true
And sometimes truth hurts.
In a different sense
The old maxim applies:
No pain, no gain.
The truth is:
I am not here.
For upon being,
I become.
Identity fragments,
But fragments
Form identity
That must ever evolve.
There is no integrity
That is Not
Bound to Change.
Stagnation turns
The elements
To poison.
Water must flow, eroding channels
In the Earth, new life grows.
Air must be free to move,
Feeding the Fire, body and soul.
Be true
And follow you
Happiness will.
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C. Rommial Butler
C. Rommial Butler is a writer, musician and philosopher from Indianapolis, IN. His works can be found online through multiple streaming services and booksellers.
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Introduction There were many times in my life where something deep inside impelled me to consider leaving everything behind to become nothing. In some cases, this came in the form of the simple desire to wander aimlessly with no care or concern about whither I went. Other times, it was suicidal despair which led me to not only stare into the abyss but left me with one foot hovering over its depths.
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Sup CR ~ Such a gorgeous stream; makes me want to toss my 'Hook' into it ~ Nah! Coincidence: I've just written one with a slightly different slant - Just me being me - * You may have missed the 'Shout-Out' I Quipped about you yesterday? It may have gotten shuffled into all of the others? Simply, I so appreciate your brilliant creativity and wanted to let ALL know that! J-Bud
Loved this! Happiness will follow when one is true!
This was awesome! Loved how you said fun and happiness is a side effect. I always believed fun and happiness is a short break in between two sorrows
Excellent poem. I loved it. It took me a long time to be true to myself as a gay man. Now I am much happier. Thank you