momentofclarity
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At the end of the day everything is done for a single idea.
A single feeling. And that is happiness.
Happiness is not an object. It is not a person place or thing.
A troubled mind
Coupled with
A wounded heart
Shelter finds
In words and lines
That bring about
Through verse and prose
A peace of mind
That holds a power
And mine alone
Words can be quite powerful things
With all the emotion that they bring
They make descriptions more beautiful
They make your speech more powerful
It all lies in the choice of a word
Where were you mom on my first day of school?
Where were you mom when that first A rolled through?
Where were you mom to know your child’s favorite colors?
Other moms know theirs you don’t even bother.
A ripple in the distance calls,
Softly falling on this stranger’s ears.
I feel it dripping on my brain already,
Inviting me to drain assumption.
Soon my consciousness is saturated,
