You feel hateful, and then you tire.
You feel let down, and then you tire.
You feel resentment, and then you tire.
You feel helpless, and then you tire.
You feel alone, and then you tire.
You feel tired, and then you tire.
And, then, at the end, from that tiredness
A peace is born.
When you know, you are enveloped by something bigger than the trivial ongoings within your small head.
When, what you thought gave you joy, only stroked your pleasure nerves, a source so temporary, an illusion unveiled.
And from that, a Love sprouts open from its shell of insecurities, judgement and justifications.
A Love that peels away your layers of fear.
One layer at a time.
And there you shine,
A new plant,
Born out of Love.
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