sometimes we feel we are the only ones,
until we travel and find…
new people and cultures.
sometimes we think we’re trapped inside ourselves
until we realize…
there are other doors to go out.
sometimes we are in our comfort zones,
until we open our eyes…
to another way of life.
sometimes we ponder death is the end,
until we learn…
it’ the beginning.
sometimes we need to stop and reflect,
until we realize…
we are not strangers.
(Hour 6- @Mejia)
This poem is a journey; and on arriving at the last line, the meaning has so much more depth than when first encountering it as just the title. 🙂
Thank you, Jacob for your observations. I really appreciate it.
Facts right there 💯💯. The take out is to stay open minded and i must say how this poem be a blessing. Facts
Thank you, Ivan for the kind and deep words.