Not cared for,
then who are we
only souls left alone
to search for harbor
on a dark and stormy sea.
Not loved,
then sadness overtakes us
and lonliness pierces us to the bone.
With only sorrow as our armor
we fight just to be.
Not appreciated,
then why do we struggle
against all odds
in the unknown water
to do right by others.
Not wanted,
then how can we not see
the future of caring coming undone
under the rule of indifference
how can we ever be free.
Sometimes I think indifference comes with age... maybe not a rule, but one of the many experiences one must go through.... I don't know much any more, the older I get.... sigh.... :/ Thank you for sharing these thoughts...
In Spirit,
Bear
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In Spirit,
Bear
how can we ever be free.
Most profound, Pierre.