If conflicts is my gate pass
to a masterpiece,
i refrain to be an artist.
I refrain to be sad again
just so I could scribble away
the pain; and blow off
the dark plots I plan.
The applause is loud,
in fact tempting
that maybe someday
I shall revisit?
But it's not in my prayer.
For I have come way back
from the rocky trails
to get it over with,
to shake hands with serenity,
and I refrain to die a sad death
just so I would be remembered.
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Very original thinking. Your vivid spirit will carry you through. Write on, Melanie. Warm regards, Sandra