Final Mile
By The Poetess (SRP)
Life is not about smiling and pretending all is well.
We can still feel the good times, while comforting the hell.
When I dance the joyful part, you love my cheery smiles.
But then you turn away when I wade the teary miles.
I must walk them both, until my work is done.
And I don't want to cry the final mile alone.
But can I be for you all that I need for me?
Can I hold your hand until your heart is free?
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But then you turn away when I wade the teary miles.
I must walk them both, until my work is done.
This is so true. I experience this all the time and I am amazed that so many people are insensitive and have no clue and are close minded. I appreciate the philosophical point of view that you share here, Poetess. Love and best wishes,
Regis