Poetry 365 | Day 191 | Tao of acousticsteveo (Cont’)
the rebirth after pain is ecstasy
letting go of fear
seeing the limitless potential
and letting it rock you
to sleep on the shoreline
of a mental beach construct
the suffering is but illusion
after it is done
it is gone
transendary
why hold the pain
in some pocket
in some recess of the subconscious
it will not cease
until it takes flight from your palms
like a dove
being lifted to the heavens
--Stephen Martin, 7/11/19
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