We seem to want to know the reason why
When in a sudden surge we become the waters
Of our sorrow, we flush the toxins from our system
We cleanse the source of all of our truisms.
When then the walk is less burdened by shame
Our lives become one with the earth, the soil,
We shall not decide to deride the conscientious
Forgiving soul, that anchor to our quiet swallow.
Suppose there were a reason to feel the ecstasy
Of knowing truth in the midst of certain agony,
Perhaps we might understand the source of our
Sorrow was actually happiness releasing energy.
We so often decide upon a simple reason for fear
When suddenly our grief could celebrate in tear.
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