Monday, November 14, 2011

New Poem - (Dis)comfort


(Dis)comfort

I say I want contentment
I lie

There’s no healing for the healed
No recovery for the sane
Flaw is required for repair
Resurrection’s for the slain

To find perfection is to die,
Immortality the grave
For it’s through humanity we grow
Temptation frees the slave

Wisdom and innocence cannot coexist
Which do you want to be?

There is no purpose without struggle
We need to lick our sores
For to be content is to seize up
And improve no more.




~Carolynn Staib, 2011~

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