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Lessons from the beast
It is a creature
that lurks in the dark.
Yet also a flame
Ignited by a spark,
Of hurt, pain and sorrow too.
If only I had seen
The monster looked like me and you.
I cannot be blamed
For the mistakes of my past.
For the journey I have made
Is extensive and vast.
Rolling rivers and forests of green
They kept me alive
From things that cannot be seen.
The monster still roared
But my fears were not in sight.
As my hope of survival
Was starting to shine bright.
The sun on the horizon
And the wind in my hair
I breathed a sigh of relief
As I imagined what I would find there.
Maybe peace and calm
From the storms we face through life,
Or a place to rest
After this unforgiving strife.
"We will know one day"
I repeat to myself,
But don't push away
The monster itself.
There are many things to learn
And the monster teaches true,
Only its lessons
Are hard for me and you.
We tend to get scared
And coure in fear,
When we should be listening
For what we could hear.
Yes pain in sorrow hurt for a while
But it comes in handy in that final mile.
For we see past the tears
And notice through the years,
That we all have scars of different shapes and sizes,
Yet their meaning has its own set of prizes.
We learn to laugh
To cope with the pain
And rainbows only come after the rain.
So listen to the monster
that is roaring at you,
For his snarl
doesn't have to make you blue.
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