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    dots Submission Name: Turmoildots

    Author: Forgiven
    ASL Info:    38/F/Florida
    Elite Ratio:    3.82 - 337/331/94
    Words: 144
    Class/Type: Poetry/Depressed
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    A soul cannot be at peace
    within the turmoil.

    of loss,
    of suffering,

    As much as it seeks the light..
    the rooms are dark,
    vision is hazed.

    The thoughts surrounded,
    are turmoil....

    As if it needs more...

    Still, all the pleas are for less.

    Its waves are immense.
    Swallowing up all that is good
    destroying the chance of "again"

    How do you make a decision
    of the "turmoil"?

    Sometime you have to go through it to realize
    its sadness was a storm waiting on your horizon anyway..

    And you were sure to face its wreckage one day.
    Who are you to make the
    How's and Whens....

    As for now,
    I'm lost here.

    I swam for the top....
    instead it was the bottom.

    I'm running out of air...


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      This piece reminds me of that old saying: it's hard to see the forest for the trees.

    Relationships, while in them, have this pattern. A beginning, a middle, and eventually, an end. Yes, an end. They seem to fill us with hope at first...satisfying our need to belong. Filling our hearts with substance. The middle is about learning and experiencing...sensing and feeling. And as time progresses, an end appears on the horizon. But the end doesn't have to be "the" end...maybe it's a new beginning. Maybe it's the start of something new? A plus...a good thing.

    As I'm typing this, I'm listening to an old song from the 80s: That Was Yesterday by Foreigner. It remind me that all things have their time...but time waits for no one. Today life goes on...

    ...hope you have found some air, and can breathe again...

    | Posted on 2015-04-04 00:00:00 | by krs3332003 | [ Reply to This ]

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