Consistant

A smile crosses teh face,

happyness is the emotion.

Acceptence,

outcast,

these words mesh together to form one thing.



What is this thing?

Is it just a feeling.

Cold,

hatred,

forever held against the world.



The wind changes,

the ice of a heart melts.

Loveing,

hope,

strength to start new.



Sitations begain to change.

The truth unfolds.

Constriction,

realease,

everything will be ok.



Nothing doomed for gre greatness.

Nothing doomed for faliure.

Everything is just one....

consistant......

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Each of us has our own obstacles to overcome in life. There may just be as many ways to interpret this poem as there are readers...
-An Old Friend

Laura T's picture

i likey...i likey alot!
this is a good poem, nice metaphores(if you will)