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01/09/25 Haiku for the Day

You will never feel
Satisfied until you learn
You have all you need.

Blast from the Past:

They dig deep for it
But it has always been here
In their inner core

True damnation is
The aspects of you that you
Could never resolve.

Blast from the Past:

I approach an abyss
That I am afraid
To learn I’ve been inside all along

This photo is a great encapsulation what I am trying to say in both of my haikus.

Clouds of brief sadness
Come and go, sprinkling bouts of
Rain into my soul

Blast from the Past:

Perhaps in despair
Of the wilderness, I will
Craft a new idol.

Depression is when
You can no longer share your
Meaning with others

Blast from the Past:

Seeing her own face
Reflected in the mirror,
The girl grimaces

My friend wrote this interesting follow-up haiku:

Seeing the true face
Grimacing, the reflection
Slunk away saddened.

What do you do when
Who you are changes like the
Ship of Theseus

Blast from the Past:

They said to aim high
The top of the wall’s facade,
To Humpty Dumpty

Healing emulates
Even from what might be the
Most painful venom

Blast from the past:

When they are hurting,
Why do some feel natural
Hurting others too?

I am a deep gorge,
Basking sulkingly in the
Great sound of silence.

Blast from the past:

When the troll sleeps,
The crows would demand a toll
At the bridge crossing.

My poem is not a haiku like I normally do.

My barren soul forms
Into all these dead leaves
On days like these,
I am the one
Who feels to blame
For the fall.

A blast from the past:

One lines, two lines, three
Lines, four lines, five lines, six lines
Now I can enter

What makes harmony
In my mind? Is it nature,
Or my own doing?

Blast from the Past:

Blessed are those who
Must hold their pee, for they shall
Attain fulfilledness.

Why do I want wings?
Pangs inside like pokes of bones
From that which I crave.

Blast from the past:

At what point do you
Discover the name you were
Meant to give yourself?