Alone with time to think of all the things once available now gone, unused now missing, hurtful yet yearned for. Knowing the things I miss do not miss me, the people that have thrown me away do not want me back, and all I have is worth so much more?

Why is it that despite all I have
I grieve things that never meant much to me?

Why is it that despite all of the good people in my life
I grieve the loss of people who don’t care about me?

May sunshine fill my eyes
May music fill my ears
May beauty fill my hands
May sweetness fill my nostrils
May Peace enter me and remain there forever.

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