There is a secret around the corner
that the roses will be red instead of pink;
the sunset and sunrise will both illuminate
the dark moments – far more eloquently than any word.
There are remnants of language,
The laughter of loved ones and strangers
are beauty in a spattered world –
and strung-together notes of the discordant are melodious when unfurled.
There is a depth in every eyeful gathered from a window
and a coolness in the soil grasped by each hand.
You feel the heat that summer’s afternoon conceives,
and I hear the whiskers of October’s morning in the leaves.
There are shadows that crawl in the day
and charming smiles that ornament a night.
And this is truth’s impassioned plea to our humanity,
and affirms the secrets we sometimes cannot see –
perhaps, life is our communal way to share
and maybe, each one of us is rare.
The events of this past week have weighed heavily on me – the loss of two very successful, highly creative individuals to suicide, and the realization that this type of hopelessness impacts far more people than we know/understand. There is such beauty and importance in life, and each one of every one of us has a rare gift to share with others. Remember this.
Wishing you all a wonderful week.
What a bittersweet beautiful poem… life is too.
Thank you Lissa.
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