《The Shapeless River: A Poetry Narrative》Musings: Persistence
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She defied the
darkness that festered in
her heart, planted her feet
and conquered
demons with an iron
will searing hot with renewed
vows to fight
the ills of life and give
unto others kindness and
compassion forever.
She died one morning
when no one expected
because the four winds didn't
care about her vows or
her struggles or what
she overcame and did
or the future she built
despite all of the struggles.
Another she
lived pious and devoted
and showed nothing less than
kindness to others and to
herself. She vowed to
bring healing to others less
fortunate than her and
study medicine, her heart filled
with piety and devotion.
She died to an unfair illness
that she was meant to fight,
that came out of nowhere and
just
took her.
He struggled to find happiness
before, yet one day, he met
the perfect lady who complimented
him perfectly. She always watched
her health and monitored her
lifestyle to be happy and live
happy.
She died anyway.
The struggles of man mean
nothing to the four winds and
the two poles and
the solar flares and
the dying stars and
the newborn stars and
the morning sun and
the distant peaks and
the rustling rivers and
the morning dew and
the early breeze and
the open seas.
We mean nothing;
we always meant nothing;
we never meant to rise above
nothing;
to them, we are but an
obligatory passage that
happens to exist near them.
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