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Not a bright light desired to follow
Not a cushion to ease the pain
Not a luxury to overlook
Yet, an adverse tirade to open doors
A darkness to silence an old stale light
A hardness to shock the senses
A peril to bring forth a new focus
Yet, a bridge connecting to welcome doors
Not only met after death, but in life
Not a station to reach, just seek
Not circumstances, experience
Balance the presents and all is content.
I love your poem about living with peace of mind!
Dwight
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I like the comparison between the doors in the first two stanzas.
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I love “A darkness to silence an old stale light.”
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Only in present you can find the future and mend the past…
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