Life is Beautiful

Life is Beautiful | Short Poem No. 19

Life is beautiful, but

what is this existence?

it’s a rainy day out on the streets.

Clouds, like grey smoke fill the sky.

A hot cup of coffee fills my cup

like a warming bit of hope.

What is this life?

My feet drag as I walk down the street.

Dodging puddles left and right,

like I’m dodging life’s problems.

But it’s impossible to dodge them all.

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What is this existence?

I watch others go by

as I stand behind bars.

We all live our own, different, cages

like trapped animals.

We spend our lives trying to find a way,

a way to escape.

As I look outside,

the clouds are grey

like smoke and tears.

What is this life?

It is to know.

To know that the sun still shines

beyond the clouds.

Photo by Dean Rose on Unsplash.

If you like this poem, check out “It Used to be Me” by Dorinda Duclos, as well as my own post “Cold Alone and Forgotten.”

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19 Comments

  1. What a lot of wisdom here – love the thought of us living in our own cages – so true – our mental representations cage us and yet, how grand to know that the sun shines behind the clouds, regardless of what we do or don’t. Thank you. This writing is so sublime – i love it. 🙂

    1. I wrote this poem on a rainy day where I happened to also be visiting a court session where people were in handcuffs and chains coming before a judge. It gave me a lot to think about. Thanks again, Krinsha

    2. Oh my God – that puts being in cages of our minds in a totally different perspective. Your poem was so deep, thoughtful and thought provoking. Gratitude and blessings. Excited to have connected with you. How should i call you?

    3. Thank you, Krishna, I enjoy your blog just as well. Please, just call me Joey. And you go by Krishna?

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