I Am The Transformation Of Things

You remind me of my pain.
The scars remained on my skin.
Hate is seen in my vicinity.
There are still ghosts here.

Tragedies are heartbreaking.
They kill my happy countenance.
There are wicked games in life.
We survive when we fight back.

I came back from a shattered world.
There were days that death existed.
To live again is to love oneself.
We can be beaten by the tides and odds.

To grow as a better person
and to stand stronger are mundane.
I am the transformation of things.
Becoming something new is a miracle.

 

2016

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About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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