What It’s Not

I can’t tell you what it is

But I can tell you what it’s not

Perfect

Unblemished

Flawless and without fault

All you ever wanted and more

That is a fools dream

I can’t tell you what it is

But I can tell you what it’s not and that’s anything but a happy ending.

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Internal Storm

The heart does rage
As the mind breaks down
Images of the unspoken cloud judgement.

The rain is here
Warm, soft and gentle
It calms the soul.

Torment subsides
The mind become calm
Praying for the rain to come again
To wash away the pain.