Words of Thought

Reprimand to Pain

The world didn't exist
Simplistic in its nature
Wholesome in its resources
Yet scarce in its comfort
The world didn't prevent

Rivers running deeper
The farther their distance.

While recovery is marked
By a scar meant for hiding
And a solution not yet found

For what is a world worth living
Unresponsive to our quivers
Gently stroking our anxiety
Coaxing it out
Exotically wrapping around us
The pain reveals itself uncloaked
For what is a sign worth reading.

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