Poem -

The race to a better life

We all want it, we all crave it!

a better life, a better world

a solid foundation on which we can build

we want happiness

the magical euphoria

the delightful hysteria

We wish to smile

we wish to laugh

we wish to conquer and be tough

we try to distance ourselves from sorrow

and fill the void, most hollow

we believe in luck, we believe in love

our hearts long for the real deal

we will ourselves to restore and heal

 We break out in song and choose to be strong

we try and escape the hurt

and sweep away the dirt

but we fail to understand our trials worth 

the great book said: "count it all joy"

greet your sufferings without malice and coy

face the horror with a smile

like gold beaten in molten heat

we suffer in that very hot seat 

we are as fair as the rose, squeezed

allowing the exquisite fragrance to be released 

demanding reason for our heartbreaking season 

so how can we have a rainbow, without rain?

how can we want love without pain?

easy is not life's best description

and cannot be conquered by pills on prescription

we have to face the furnace 

victory is not victory, without a struggle!

By Eden Van der Nest

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