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Coming To Terms

A poem about not lying to yourself.

By Alyssa RobertsonPublished 2 months ago 1 min read
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Ancient knowledge of all that is kept,

Yet scattered around are all the half lies.

Dismissing caution, which is essential,

So, into the bed are invited spies.

Trust too is important but heed this,

The heart can be broken beyond repair.

More often than not the betrayal is from the inner circle,

The game never promised to be fair.

Unsure of what is hardest to accept,

The stabbing itself or the who it is holding the knife.

No sign of being sorry,

As the hurricane of pain ripped apart a life.

Those are the very souls,

To put at a distance from you.

Life is not impossible without them.

If you stay, it will be utter cruelty you go through.

Remaining constant is the same issue,

It is only the faces that change.

Daily multiple futures become lost,

Due often to the refusal from one person to prioritize and rearrange.

Do not become one of those statistics,

Nothing material on this plane is worth it.

Keep your mind sober and very aware,

Always pay attention, for you are the pilot.

inspirational
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About the Creator

Alyssa Robertson

Mother to five beautiful souls, one never met. Photographer, artist and writer. I love animals and nature and I love giving a good read and opportunity for others to fall in love with a story.

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  • Margaret Brennan2 months ago

    So very true. These are words to live by.

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