Be; so that

Poems open and defect the soul,

some let out to much although some let out to little,

sometimes we do rot. And you are the perfect balance

something in between wishing for both to be in pain and wish not

grief is sorrow and sorrow is grief

contentment comes not as often because of this cruel world.

beauty is something few of us are, some see, and most know

Fear haunts our every step, and it is so honest

until we tip to the side then it hits us in the gut with a jagged lie

so jagged that it feels real

sucks our breathe from our lungs.

be; so that whatever may you wish not fail but fulfill and most of all smile, even if its not