Exist (2016)


the word IS for the Exist

struggle
struggle to exist

connect
     to
another

transparent dreams

slip
     through
clouds

reality
perception

the touch of a soul
enhances
makes one whole

struggle
struggle to continue

feed
   from energy
nourish
creativity
cling to dreams

float
     through
clouds

continue
to

exist


Notes

The night I wrote this, I came home in a foul mood (“fuck off world!”), however, when I sat down to release the anger, this rather positive poem escaped. Poetry is a healer.

Written: October 26, 2016


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