Motivation, Uplifting, Truth Poetry

Making It Make Sense

So what if nothing makes sense?

I live in peace with my madness, I rise and I thrive on my demon’s absence.

It may not make sense, but it feels so real.

Happily lost in this reality I’ve learned to be nothing short of surreal.

Grateful, I won.

Forever grateful for all I met. Don’t let go, I think you’re the one.

Maybe this life is more than I could handle.

But who said that? My fire burns brighter than a wildfire on a candle.

Hope I make them all proud of me.

They love me.

Grateful I won, back then it wasn’t so certain I’ll see the light I now see.

I know I’m redeeming.

I know I’m winning.

And if the evil ever returned, the war in my head ends. Because for that, there isn’t another beginning.

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