experience
Pointed or pointless.
Pleasurable or painful.
Joyful or unbearably sad,
when everything is an experience,
nothing is ever wasted.
Labels: experience, in the moment, poetry
it is, because we allow it to be
Pointed or pointless.
Pleasurable or painful.
Joyful or unbearably sad,
when everything is an experience,
nothing is ever wasted.
Labels: experience, in the moment, poetry
Against my will and despite all protest,
I can be restrained, constrained and restricted.
I can be imprisoned, shackled and enslaved,
my body can be bound, beaten down and broken apart.
All to forcibly take my liberty.
But my freedom endures.
And as always,
it remains my mine and mine alone.