A Gathering of Hope

We all get sold this idea that life is some kind of beautiful fantasy, then when we learn that that is not true, we hurt, we hurt badly. But we push through that pain. Every day.

When our dreams are shattered and we learn that they will never come true, we make new dreams. When we fully understand the concept of our mortality, we learn to make each day count, to not waste time on things that don’t matter.

When we lose someone we love for the first time, we learn to love the ones that are still there harder, to appreciate them and celebrate our relationship with them.

When family is denied us, or taken away from us, we create our own family. We learn to share out our love to those who need it, with an elderly living alone, with children without parents, with abandoned or threatened animals.

We find happiness despite the pain, and that is what makes human beings so darn strong. And amazing. And awe inspiring. We all live with pain every day. All of us. But we do just that, we live with it. Fully and happily. That is what makes a human being so great.

Tears will belong to the sea

Where does the wind come from?
What is that celestial sound ringing in our ears?
Who knows if the first thing created was a board
where our fates could be chalked out,
or an unsharpened pencil placed
in our illiterate hands?
What we do know is that the flame
will always belong to the fire,
as tears will belong to the sea,
and we … we will keep cascading our lives
into the hands that lift the future
from the downtrodden ground.

A Grave of Sunshine

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I wished the sun would fade its light
I wished the grass would pale
And salute a new queen; my childish grace
And leave the blooms asleep.
But praying hands can’t keep secrets
They are to sorcery immune,
So Autumn kept her vivid colors
And birds sang out their tunes,
And I laid my hope in a grave of sunshine,
To wither with a lover’s look.
But be it so, before the bedrock
The stubborn frost withdrew.