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The Good, The Bad, And The Strange

My And Calvin’s Challenge March 2026

By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk Published 6 months ago 2 min read
By Marie381Uk 2026

The Good, The Bad, And The Strange

The good is found in passing eyes, a look that understands,

A quiet nod in crowded rooms, no need for grander plans,

It settles where the heart feels worn, and lifts it just enough,

A softness in a harder world, when days are feeling rough.

The bad will come uninvited, it knows the open door,

It speaks in doubts and heavy nights, and leaves us wanting more,

It bends the truth, it clouds the light, it tests what we can bear,

A restless weight that lingers on, and breathes within the air.

The strange will turn a simple path, into a place unknown,

A moment where the ground feels lost, though you are not alone,

It flickers at the edge of sight, then vanishes from view,

A question left without a voice, yet somehow still feels true.

The good will rise from broken things, where pieces do not fit,

It builds from what was cast aside, and will not answer it,

It grows in quiet, steady ways, no need for loud display,

A strength that does not need to prove, it simply finds a way.

The bad will write in sharper lines, across the days we keep,

It stains the hours we thought were safe, and follows into sleep,

It does not ask for welcome, it simply takes its place,

A shadow drawn across the light, that time cannot erase.

The strange will sit in empty rooms, where echoes seem to stay,

A presence felt but never seen, that will not drift away,

It moves between the what and why, the how we cannot name,

A quiet truth that will not bend, nor ever stay the same.

The good and bad will twist as one, though we would keep them apart,

They leave their mark in equal weight, upon the human heart,

For every joy that finds its breath, a sorrow waits its turn,

A balance held in unseen hands, in all we live and learn.

The strange will close the final page, but leave the ending wide,

A thought that lingers in the dark, with nowhere left to hide,

Not all is meant for us to hold, nor every truth to claim,

The good, the bad, the strange remain, and never stay the same.

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♿ V+ Marie381Uk

Poetry has lived in me since childhood.

Ink spills the feelings words fear to say.

My poems heal, some haunt, all are pieces of me.

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    Written by ♿ V+ Marie381Uk