A Simulacrum of Thought

PoetryA Requiem
Written By Zachary Phillips
 

Every morning
I rise with the sun
Watching with awe
The soft vibrancy
Of cloud and colour

Each sunrise uniquely its own
Yet so similar
That its subtlety
Is often lost

A simulacrum of thought
Overlayed upon reality
Obscuring the beauty
Of the moment

How much of life
Have I lost
In this way?

This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken

 
Zachary Phillips

Zachary Phillips is a psychotherapist, meditation instructor, author, and poet. He helps people identify and release the limiting beliefs that no longer serve, process the past, accept the present, and embrace the future with positivity and purpose.

https://www.zachary-phillips.com/about
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