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There is no use knocking on a door that no longer opens.
The empty road is silent of direction, and the tinyness of our existence comes sorrowful to know.
This is the moment we shoulder reality reluctantly, with no one to witness us but our reflection in shadows, and the knarls and tangles and scars that evidence our humanity.
To belong again somewhere, we must reach for the hands of suspicious strangers, and we must offer something of value to realize a measure of their affection.
We are no longer the center of our own galaxy, but a flickering light bearing a sack of gifts unshared, hoping for the sound of someone who needs them.
We are ready to give instead of take, to love instead of be loved, and it is, for all our lament, the finest moment we will ever regret. [comments] => 6 [counter] => 599 [topic] => 21 [informant] => softerware [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Stages

Contributed by softerware on Wednesday, 9th November 2016 @ 11:25:25 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

When there is no one left to live for, we come face to face with ourselves.
There is no use knocking on a door that no longer opens.
The empty road is silent of direction, and the tinyness of our existence comes sorrowful to know.
This is the moment we shoulder reality reluctantly, with no one to witness us but our reflection in shadows, and the knarls and tangles and scars that evidence our humanity.
To belong again somewhere, we must reach for the hands of suspicious strangers, and we must offer something of value to realize a measure of their affection.
We are no longer the center of our own galaxy, but a flickering light bearing a sack of gifts unshared, hoping for the sound of someone who needs them.
We are ready to give instead of take, to love instead of be loved, and it is, for all our lament, the finest moment we will ever regret.

Copyright © softerware ... [ 2016-11-09 23:25:25]
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Re: Stages (User Rating: 1 )
by duff on Thursday, 10th November 2016 @ 09:43:12 AM AEST
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It/'/s hard to describe the feeling when we are able to swallow our pride and put aside our own ego. I would say it/'/s incredible at least. Reflection and time can do amazing things. The ability to reach new heights when they seemed unattainable. The act of kindness without prize seeking or reward. Purity and clarity of the soul. This is a great read.

Re: Stages (User Rating: 1 )
by JamesStockdale on Thursday, 10th November 2016 @ 02:03:37 PM AEST
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Beautifully said and written.
The passing of time constantly changes our lives.
I learned long ago to appreciate those around me for nothing good ever lasts.
A great read once again Jaye!

James

Re: Stages (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th November 2016 @ 12:29:18 AM AEST
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absolutely! we are here for a short time / I underscore
type with bold font practice patience think of colorado
where I was born and raised up from a pup
perhaps I/'/ll die on that train to nowhere but here/'/s one promise to ya, I/'/ll stay true and love love love
all the people no matter where, they come from.

Peace!

Re: Stages (User Rating: 1 )
by unknown_utopia on Saturday, 12th November 2016 @ 06:06:13 PM AEST
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sometimes in life it seems like
we are giving cpr to dead situations
I truly hope our humanity means something.

Re: Stages (User Rating: 1 )
by RICHARD_CAMPBELL on Saturday, 19th November 2016 @ 09:34:27 AM AEST
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what a real look at life when its all over,this is a master peace
of excellent poetry.wow! i like this a lot.thanks for sharing it.

Re: Stages (User Rating: 1 )
by hauntedscorp on Saturday, 3rd December 2016 @ 10:32:11 AM AEST
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This one has an unexpected dark edge after reading the other two. Your poetry always has a great message and I appreciate that about your writes.

Well done.

~Scorp

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