Realization

There’s no reason to suffer;
No matter how deep the wounds are,
No matter how aggressive this world could be,
No matter how high the hope lies,
No matter how strong the memory is,
There will be always an answer.

Nevertheless, sometimes this
Answer does not have that name;
Some people call him destiny,
Or disgrace,
Or death,
Or life,
Or god,
Or mother,
Or friends.
The answer has different masks,
The clue is to identify its real feature,
And unmask it so as to prove
That nothing remains
In this reality for us.

Fear only fear itself,
It has been said once and again;
There’s no such a thing as the fear,
Just a bunch of people
Of situations
And catastrophes;
But this is the human world,
The so called society
And, beyond that, life.

There’s no reason to suffer,
It is only an invention
To please our impossibility
Of realizing that once we are dead
Our grin will be gorgeous.