Life is a winding road, that we’re all, traveling, and healing still takes, FOREVER, a poem, translated…
Time is Limited, We are
Just about Used Up the Night’s Moonlight
The Moon, Shaped in a Hook, the Night, Flowed Along like Water
We Felt Tonight Together
That it’s Calling Out to Us, to Finish Something
But, We are, Uncertain of What We Can Get Done
and, here’s what that road, looks, like…

Anything at All
We Can Only be, Completed
To the Point of, Doing, Nothing at All, Only
Set Out
——We are Always Going Places
Feeling the Excitements, the Uncertainties
The Fears of Not Knowing Where We’re Headed
The Bumps, the Twists & Turns in the Roads
That Excitement, Compounded with the Worries
We Will, Keep on Tripping & Falling Down
Getting Lost
Flipping through that Map Too Many Times It’d Become, Torn Up
And, Missed that Only Ride
To Where We’re Headed————Afar
Or Maybe, After a Break Up
We’d Both Known, We’re Supposed to
Travel Alone for the Rest of What Follows
Some Sights are Fitted, for Seeing Alone
Or, Maybe, Not Being Seen at All
We Will Always be on the Way
It’s Just, Finding Our Own Individual Tracks
In the Tracks of Millions of Billions of Man
Our Questions, Not Yet Answered,
The Doubts, Incomplete
Not Taken Flight Yet
Not Yet, Embraced Still
There’s No Beliefs of: Because the Night is So Persistent
That a Tear Fell Completely Either
And so, this just goes to show, how the healing process is the work of an entire lifetime, you may be on your ways to healing now, but, you’re just not yet, finished, you can’t see the end, because, it’s, nowhere in sight, but you know, you need to, keep on going, to find that closure over, what you’d lost in your lives.
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