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A Poem About The Pessimism On Which We May Ride While Processing Grief

Pessimism Rides

Pessimism Rides 
On whose truth does it glide ?
Is this doubt real ?
Or is this just a bad deal 

There is always a choice 
To listen to our higher voice 
To what is really true 
Not always diving into the dark blue 

There is always hope 
Even when we feel like we are being strangled by the throat 
We must watch for the goat 
And watch how he dances around the moat 

He dances through shame and pain 
He dances so much he feels lame 
But his spirit breathes 
He’s passed through his need to grieve 

by Zoe LL

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