The Inevitability Of Rising [For W.P.]

The speed of pain is far greater than the speed of healing.
Remind me of this when it all seems broken and lost.
There is always the possibility of finding a way out.

Sing me a song with broken notes in the wrong key.
Atonal and discordant.
To match the colors in my head.
Image of a small boy waving goodbye.
Just waving goodbye.
Inferiority complex that sometimes gets the best of me
tells me not to put this into words
because I’ll only fail.

Some of us will sparkle
like the waters of the sea
reflecting the stars
in the darkest of nights.

A moment of silence for the brokenhearted
and missing.

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