My Folly

To reap the purpose of creation
without sowing lacrimation—
Rainbows only manifest
after rain.

Poems, paintings, and purpose
come to the surface
as souls gasp for breath
from the depths.

To seek joy without pain
is my eternal bane;
Without a hint of doubt’s shadow,
this I know.

Yet, time and again,
and again and again—
I am a fool.

 

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