It is held in captivity,
This ability
To cope with reality
And cry daggers to stab my foundation
So that I could rebuild and re-establish my destinations
In life;
I realize the sacrifice,
And I recognize the price
Paid for the relationships made…
The debt that has been dealt and stage,
The rage delivered from change,
The sadness realized from absence…
A memory in time isn’t enough to reinvent
The feeling of smiling and laughing at little nothings
Nor accomplishing those goals that doesn’t matter,
These factors are ignored,
The question of a return makes one paranoid,
Annoyed,
So the memory is avoided,
And the mind is imprisoned,
This captivity,
And the ability to cope with reality
When reality doesn’t own the same sympathy.

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