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Hi there!
I recently wrote a poem regarding one of my relations that I would like to share with you. The title of the poem is Moving On because that is the process that has occurred in this relation. This is a difficult matter to write about for me, and it is one that I have been struggling with for quite some time now. I think the poem reflects what has happened and I how I feel about it in as precise a manner as I could write it. Thank you for your time and attention, Nil --- MOVING ON It seems like we've been stuck this way forever, and that not one step forward has been taken. And it seems to me like its always been a struggle. We find ourselves at a crossroads, and we want to go in different directions. When we first met, we were both boys, and we had fun playing games. But soon enough tensions started to arise. You wanted to play by the rules, your rules, and only your rules. I just wanted to have fun playing, I didn't care about the rules. Especially because the rules prevented us from having fun. When I didn't play by the rules, I got a foul and was guilted back into submission. Soon enough, playing was no fun anymore. It was long before I recognised that you wouldn't change, as I saw you play the same game with other kids. So I decided I had to change. Now I've grown up and you're still a boy. I've decided that this is not the game I want to play, so I walk away. Life is waiting to play with me, and I too want to play with it, so I need to let go and step up to meet my next step. To let life know that I am ready and willing to play. If I had stayed, playing would have become a burden, as it is to you now. How absurd would that have been! How much sorrow that would have caused! How much joy would I have missed! Know that I stopped playing your game, not to punish you, but to protect myself. My love for myself trumps my fear of you. I choose not to hurt anymore by choosing not to comply, and ever since then all the most wonderful joys have begun to arrive.
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Hi,
In this poem in Catalan I talk about suffering, not from a personal, immersed point of view but detached and somewhat objective. I hope you'll enjoy it. Thank you for your time and attention, Nil --- PATIMENT No patèix l'esperit patèix el fràgil embolcall patèix la il·lusió perpetuada no pas la matriu creadora patèix el cos però no l'ànima patèix la ment i poc sabem com buidar-la patèixen més les idees que les persones expectatives de patiment que es prolonguen indefinidament patir no redimèix però quan es viu sense amor dona un cert regust a la vida patir és un privilegi en un món acomodat patir amb poemes sense haver de passar per tota la merda. |