Grieving

Come, let us sit and

Grieve for all manner of things;

Illusions that never became reality,

Dreams that never came true.

Hopes that were thwarted

And faiths that were broken.

Those of you who can

Shed a tear

for what could have been.

The dry eyed

Wail in loss.

So much was promised,

So much anticipated.

Each rising sun promised

New beginnings.

Each shining moon

endless love.

And, and what’s left?

An arid desert, which

not even mirages light.

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The gift that you were given

Where is it, the gift that you were given?

Is it part of your life,

Or

Does it languish in a corner forgotten?

What have you done with it, the gift that you were given?

Is it lighting up lives,

Or

Does it hide in the shadows waiting for the right time?

How do you look at it, the gift that you were given?

Is a pleasure to behold?

Or

Does get fleeting glances

When will you accept it, the gift that you were given?

Is it every morning with thanks,

Or

In the dark of shame filled nights.

Why do you contest it, the gift that you were given?

Is it so you can learn and grow,

Or

Does it challenge the lies?

Who gave it to you, the gift that you were given?

Is it someone who loves you,

Or

Does it not matter?

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