Suspended disbelief is only momentary.
The engulfing emotions so temporary.
We fill reality with useless garbage to feel,
Something other than what is real.
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Pain is only momentary.
Yet the scars are etched into memory.
We may stop the bleeding,
But the memories are never receding.
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Happiness is only momentary.
We clutch at it, fearing the scars we carry.
We may be elated for years , months and days,
While insecurities tell us it’s only a phase.
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What then is not momentary?
Casting this poem as temporary.
If I knew I would share that truth.
For now I pretend to forget. To soothe.
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It’s all just… momentary.
What helps you escape the difficulties of life? What emotions do you find overwhelming you?
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