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Acceptance of the cycle of life.

In loving memory of Tasha ... My Angel.

Unwritten, I lay bare as a blank canvas.
The ugly truth, is the white lie, acceptance.
The reality of indifference, and precautions of isolation.
Once exquisite art, the tides have swept me.
Deceived me  into believing the horors of death.
Swayed me from the acceptance of rest, idealism of freedom.
 
A puzzle mended and torn, the heart remains in hindering eagerness.
So we except and remember.
Admiring strength, courage and ambition.
Life beautiful beyond contempt.
Her soul risen and her body oblivious to pain ...
Our motivation.
Is it fright that scares us into believing the unknown should remain unknown or the fear of becoming beyond powerful in what should never be learnt.
Through pain and struggle, courage is gained.
The ego of the evolved is suited to the needs of only one.
Intentions beyond comprehension, sanity left to drift.
Oblivious to misunderstandings, instead over whelmed with the taught reality of heaven and hell, misguided and led stray.
Only the weak remain
Tempered with a heartless soul...
 
Stephanie .R
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