The Interesting Year

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The Interesting Year

It has been one of changes
Of the Good as well as the Bad
Of Brightness and the inevitable Darkness
That it comes from.

The changes in many respects have Polarized us
They are of life changes and insights,
Of Hatred, Fear, Longing, and Need

Who or What has brought our thoughts to this point?
Was it our perceptions or our hunger for answers?
Did we allow ourseleves to drawn into the feelings?
Were the feelings self created?

We have lost many this past year.
We have gained some anew.
And, we have longed for a rest from our labors.

A challenge has been placed before us
It is a powerful challenge to say the least,
But it is an acceptable one.
Can we change our future from where it is headed?
To be one of restraint and possibilities of a fresh start.
To Pretend is as much a deception to ourselves as it
Would be to others.

How does one move from a point to another without
Creating the line needed to make a conection?
One of Trust, Rebuilt when words that created
A trauma to the organism are rethought.

It is time to look beyond the hurt.
To replace it with Understanding.
To re-create the Image,
To release the ugliness,

I have worried over the terms being used.
It has struck the nerves as a resounding tone that has come
From a damaged bell that sounds hollow.
It's beautiful tone is broken by the noise that is around it
And eventually is absorbed by it.
Who knew that that loss would hinder the beauty it is supposed to give?

To see it happen to what was once thought to be a strong bond
To fold up and whither is a sad thing to behold.
May the tides of change return to us that which was lost.
May the lessons learned be easily remembered,
The Pain to be eased and, the bad memories bound and forgotten.


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