It’s hard to see the stars
from the gallows
or a smile through tears.
It’s hard to see rot beneath beauty
hope beneath shame
love beneath all that hate.
It’s hard to see change at the end of a gun
peace through the flames
or God through all that pain.
It’s hard not to bury
not to burn
not to break
because it’s hard to see the way.
And it gets harder to see
every day.
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Well said. The suffering in the world makes some people wonder if there is God but indeed there is. Despite the hatred, we must keep searching for love. We must look beyond the negative to see the positive o=in the world..
It is a constant battle but it is indeed worth fighting for. Thank you.
Love it!
Thank you!
Wow, simply amazing. Feels like John Lennon’s Imagine re-imagined, perhaps with a little darker edge and tone. Great work!
Thank you kindly, Sir!
Welcome!
By the way, read the first chapter of your book and your style completely blew away my writerly-self. Your talent for story-telling is exception. Looking forward to seeing where the story goes.
Thank you so much that’s the first feedback I have received. I am really interested to see what you think of the story line. I put a lot of thought into this one as the story goes on.
You’re welcome. I’m very interested to see where it will all go. The first chapter definitely leaves the reader intrigued for more.