Breath the Air
There are no secrets in life
but hidden truth that lies
beneath the surface.
My habit of telling myself
that if only this or that thing
were different I could leave
suffering behind me
than all could go well.
I think we know ourselves
better than we actually do,
thinking we won`t feel guilty
when we discover our true nature.
If not I will continue to a stage
of agonizing surrounded by things
which could delight me at the time.
If only I saw them in the right way
if only I can learn to appreciate them
so as to be able to continue to breath
the air and feel the wind.
I want happiness, I want to be
in love and become very passionate,
although I still feel overwhelmed
by remorse over my past.
I ask myself, why must I have
that special talent of making
myself miserable when i know
that I cannot eliminate suffering,
I must try to change the things
that causes me that pain.
I Will Very Soon
Terry
16/9/2018
Copyright © Therese Bacha | Year Posted 2018
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