sometimes, when
things don’t happen
in the order in which
we think
they should,
negativity tells us
that they were
never meant to
be in the
first place
then, all of a sudden,
oppression
becomes our friend because
we trust it,
and
depression
becomes the addictive game
played – with the most
skilled, able to gain
love on another
level
sympathy
sometimes, we
just give up–
but not you
for a Gardener far
greater than I
in a far away place
decided to scatter
your blessings
in a pattern
almost alien…
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Posted on September 4, 2009 at 10:32am —
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