Poetry Session: Illusion

What makes us whole?

Is it each half of two souls, merging together on a purposeful road? 


When do we become complete? 

Is it love that completes us?

Material gain and wealth 

Or shallow praise and good health? 


What about happiness? 

Is it obtained by dollar signs?

Uncertain relationships not sure if its mine?

Or winning in a competition with a prize undefined?


Do we find confidence only after we find these ingrained ideals? 

The perfect spouse.

The perfect home.

The perfect body.

The most accepted skin tone. 


Once in our grasp are we finally whole?

Can we finally rejoice, reaching the best lies ever told?

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