If life were easy
There'd be no need
For depression, suicide
And all their ilk.
But life is hard
And I still dream
At times of death.
At times of life.
Fear is a funny thing
It stands in your way
Until you knock it down
And then you wonder what kind
Of hold it ever had over you
Today is the day of the dead
The day when the walking wounded
Strive to be something more
Here I am--
Staring at prayer flags
Wondering if emotion has to be authentic
And thinking of you
I'd like to think
Emotion is authentic
But I remember you
And I know that's not true
The broken words between us
Will not mend with love
No matter how hard you wish it
Because today is the day of the dead
The walking wounded strive,
For more.
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