Emotional Tools
some use the brain
the right most of the time
so they can earn a living
u and i, use the left
to sing that song and read a poem
at night
with our special friends
we toast wine
we light candles in the dark
we laugh together
at our shortcomings
we celebrate
anniversaries of our failures
we also remember
our little triumphs
we share our grief and joys
we are together in this
journey of the self
and the world
our brains fail us
and so we begin to resort to the heart
filled with so much emotions
and then we are drained
with so much love and departures
we invoke love
all the gods and goddesses of love and pity
on broken hearts
we surrender and yet we never promise
not to love and fail again
and then we resort to silence
and acceptance
we get used to all these processes of thought and feelings
emotions that burst and subside
we gaze at ourselves
in the mirror
white hairs cover our head
some bald and skinny and
gnarled-looking
and then we finally wish to reach the apex of this journey
murir es descansar
to God, to God, we all go back
HE is home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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