Lots of poems lately…

This one may seem gloomy at points, but is just another perspective of an otherwise bright moment. It is what it is.

Our senses pull us through and into times.

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No matter how good the good times get
On the other side of now
There are still
storm clouds always present
We get used to them somehow
We find normal off-days pleasant
Because parts of them are great
The storm can always fade
Or become
Bearable at any rate
*
No matter how long the tough times last
On the other side of now
There are still
Bright sides always present
We get into them somehow
We find light moments stay brilliant
Because parts of them are great
Some bright light always stays
Or becomes
Visible in brand new ways
*
The flip side is
Alright
There is a silver lining
Or solid gold
That can be bold
It depends on our timing
*
Push through the struggle
With might
Calm thoughts keep us from dying
Or getting cold
It won’t take hold
We withstand it just by trying
*
No matter how soon the good times are
On the other side of now
There are still
Our thoughts always present
We can use them all somehow
We find our power-plays vibrant
Because parts of now are great
Good hours raise our days
Life becomes
Possible
No need to wait

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