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There are times when all any person can do is cry -
times when our world seems to be falling apart,
breaking at all the seams - ending without reason...
and sometimes we even pray - to die.
Times when we just KNOW there will never be a tomorrow...
and yet there is - a tomorrow,
and another and another... and still we live.
How? - in the deepest, 'blackest' moments
we could never have imagined - til now.

We grieve (as may be) for what was lost within
...the innocence and sense of wonder -
the 'hope' we knew, our now 'so silly' dreams,
our self worth - pride, smiles - our 'selves';
for what was lost outside
...the very sunlight turned cold and dark -
we found the reality of a true 'nothing'.

Life IS NOT fair, living hurts so very awesomely -
continually in the most unforseable ways.
Tears WILL fall and hearts break
within all the myriad of manners and moments -
for reasons that touch us all.

We survive - when we do - as we do - by growing...
becoming aware of ourselves and others - truly aware,
by giving what we can - as ONLY we can,
by reaching beyond our own little world
of intolerable pain and impenetrable 'black' -
we find healing... and the 'forgetfulness' of time.

We learn somehow to dream again...
releasing the angers, frustrations,
fears, and hurts.
We find 'trust' and 'faith' and 'truth'
and come to realize we aren't alone - afterall...
we ARE only ourselves, each unique and individual -
and 'special' in ways we've only just begun to realize.
We are 'human' - with 'frailties...
born with pain by acts of love -
dying from birth -
sharing this world and life -
dreamers one and all.

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LeBrozLeBrozabout 17 years ago
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A look at the specialness of being human.

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