Life

The grip of life can be a noose to a neck.

Searing, tearing into flesh, fresh

With newly birthed scars

Nursed by the constant pain

They result in.

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But then,

Life can give you a break.

And wish- wash you into

Fantastical realities

Where darkness is a dark shadow

Deemed by light.

Where tears are a river

To learn to swim in.

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Makes you wonder

if life was meant to be hard

And peace must be searched for

Or…

Life was created in bliss

And only we complicate it

With our easily darkened minds…