Sometimes we can’t avoid that bitter taste.
The lingering one that won’t go away, no matter how many times we swish
with Listerine.
We can squint and bite our tongues, but nothing will get rid of that
Poisonous memory. It’s engraved in our senses.
It becomes braided in with the rest of our qualities and idiosyncrasies.
Even still, we can’t survive in acerbity.
We’ve got to find a buffer, one strong enough to effectively
Balance whatever harshness has occurred.
We can’t succumb to our failures, or live within our boundaries.
If we don’t branch out and try to heal the wounds we accumulate,
We’ll never reach that golden light.
And a failure like that is hard to recover from.
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Beautiful. Inspiring.
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