I Understand Now

I Understand Now short poem

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I understand now,
I understand why words like moths-
Flutter in my mind,
Like my thoughts they change all the time.

I understand now,
I understand the beauty of too much pain-
Even a stale pain retrieved over and over,
A stain that washes away in the shower.

I understand now,
I understand why ghosts linger.
Like plants that never bloom,
But carry with them a hidden perfume.

I understand now,
I understand the past is nothing but ash.
Mirthful, the present awaits its turn-
Shining its warmth on my back.

I understand now,
Like I have always understood-
That I must slay this ugly beast,
And turn my eyes to the east.

I understand now,
I understand where the sun goes.
It rushes to the unborn grain in need,
Though into the sea it bleeds.

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Mukti Shah

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A Clinical Psychologist, Facilitator, Baker and Candlestick maker! Love to write. My career is based on the spoken word. I use words to connect, heal, create insight, facilitate growth and evoke laughter.Words twirl and curtsy, They do as you say. Accurate and reliable, They don’t betray! Cheers!
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