In a world
That can sometimes
Be so unreasonably
Cold,
We must embrace all of
The warmth
That love creates.
This will take practice,
My dear,
Because it is not
Natural
For humans
To focus
On love.
Oh no, for you see,
We get far too caught up
In thinking about
Our shortcomings
That we forget all about
The magic
Already existing
In our lives.
We must hold on
To this magic,
We must hold on
To all of the love
We encounter,
And we must remember
How comforting it is
When it seems like
The world
Is against us,
And the icy sting
Of adversity
Comes knocking
At the door.
About the Creator
RH Fowler
A poet concerned with healing the masses with introspective and uplifting verse
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
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