This is exhausting - Poem 33

This is exhausting.

Everything is.

The world is.

The world at large,

The portrayal of human nature,

The deceitfulness we carry from childhood.

The endless rage and cycles of trauma,

The legacy we leave behind,

And the one we are left with.

The unending fights,

Troubles,

And sorrows.

But what is life without any of that?

Without pain, 

Can we truly grow?

Or is that a comfort we have learnt to understand,

To accept,

And to live with to bear with all of this.

Is this just a never ending cycle,

To decide our progress and growth?

Without pain,

Can't we truly grow?

Without sorrow,

Can't we truly find happiness.

It's exhausting thinking of the days to come,

The past,

The present,

And what would be.

Can anyone say what is certain?

Maybe the seasons?

Maybe the weather? 

But that's also unpredictable.

Human nature?

Also undecided.

Then maybe ourselves?

If we can accept it as it is.

Some cling to life,

Others cling to death.

But regardless,

The world still remains.

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Queen Beela (Nabila Abubakar | @Beela303)