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The Trap of Crisis
If anything that one can tell from experience, is there is a trap born of the mind
Inadequeacy pervades every corner of the mind and whispers of failures continue to breed
They mingle, murmur, mangle, and maim good will and positive thoughts of nature within
Spreading the awful, the aching, and perilous half truths of one thingt hat stands strong.
Failure is supported by the inevitability of its repeat and that feeds the silent somber march of fault
Proceeding to preceed any attempts at revival of faith within oneself or that it can be overcome
A nasty, naked road sits before you rugged and lined with the barbs of despair
With little to coax you or bring a coping force to the road that is strode.
Yet the path it remains one to travel is not entirely without its points
With perserverance comes strength of will, a small ember of hope somewhere in a pile of ashes burnt
There within the broiling force of resistance shall stir and slowly bridle the forces of the other truth sidelined by rude halves
Never is there a place to walk that cannot be downtrodden without there being some cause for the light to shine
No darkness lines a path without the hint of light, no matter how long the tunnel.
There is no darkness without light and despair without hope
For one truth stands above all and that remains there is balance always
Shall there be that fine line between the pair
Remember that one's fault is not without a positive opposite and that means the chance shall always embody a way out.
Away from the trip of crisis.
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The Trap of Crisis
If anything that one can tell from experience, is there is a trap born of the mind
Inadequeacy pervades every corner of the mind and whispers of failures continue to breed
They mingle, murmur, mangle, and maim good will and positive thoughts of nature within
Spreading the awful, the aching, and perilous half truths of one thingt hat stands strong.
Failure is supported by the inevitability of its repeat and that feeds the silent somber march of fault
Proceeding to preceed any attempts at revival of faith within oneself or that it can be overcome
A nasty, naked road sits before you rugged and lined with the barbs of despair
With little to coax you or bring a coping force to the road that is strode.
Yet the path it remains one to travel is not entirely without its points
With perserverance comes strength of will, a small ember of hope somewhere in a pile of ashes burnt
There within the broiling force of resistance shall stir and slowly bridle the forces of the other truth sidelined by rude halves
Never is there a place to walk that cannot be downtrodden without there being some cause for the light to shine
No darkness lines a path without the hint of light, no matter how long the tunnel.
There is no darkness without light and despair without hope
For one truth stands above all and that remains there is balance always
Shall there be that fine line between the pair
Remember that one's fault is not without a positive opposite and that means the chance shall always embody a way out.
Away from the trip of crisis.
Coming from experience within the darkness at the moment, there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. If anything the tide of poetry shall mark, is that the shores are lined with both light and dark. A gloom, an important and yet imperfect place to be that we all may linger in times of unsure stance in the world. Depression chases with its fang and at times shall devour, but never consume and keep you within its belly. Escape remains possible...I think I've captured some of that within my words.
Please R&R, Enjoy!
Please R&R, Enjoy!
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