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Connection

Connection
By Nabih Saliba

To reach out in the darkness and think that we’re alone
Is very often scary and chills us to the bone
Yet in a world of sorrow, deep despair and solitude
One simple thing connects us be it clothed or in the nude:
That thing which makes us human, the quiet spark that we call life
It’s the hope that we keep burning when we’re faced with pain and strife
So in our isolation there is something we condone
A flicker in the shadow, a thing remembered and well known
It’s always all around us–far away and in our home
Each friendship, love and partner that we dare to call our own
Our lives are short and simple in the larger scheme of things
And yet we waste time flirting with all that hatred brings
Rise up and shout, “I’ve had it! I will play this game no more!”
Then pull back on the curtains and unlock your brave heart’s door
To build a real connection with another human soul
Could be no truer purpose, or a mission or a goal
For when we love each other and our heart’s no longer stone

That’s when deep in the darkness that we know we aren’t alone


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  1. We do "waste time flirting with what hatred brings." Well put!

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