the death of a loved one
the birth of my child
the horror of war
the ecstasy of faith
these are four waystones
i may never reach
yet my inexperience
with each has been
used to crush me
(like granite monoliths)
into the shame of naïvete
these are four waystones
i no longer care to pass by
⨀ 
Really like this. You balance awful with ecstasy in a very real way. We need to do that more, to appreciate we can only know joy from knowing it’s opposite.
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