Getting Rid Of Biases

the unexpected sometimes
happen

fragile glasses did not break
under extreme
pressure

those that we think
are solid enough finally
liquefied

the hottest air did not
make the balloon
fly away

sometimes we are wrong

whom we hate most
finally are those
who really love us
best

those with whom we trust
our love,
life, even the future that is the
only one left

since then
have betrayed us

some paths that we tread upon
where we draw
some dreams of heaven

the least we expected
brought us
perdition

so what is the point?

see what is there
do not adulterate it with what
you think of the
past

empty yourself
and fill in
what is raw and true

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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