The greatest pain we ever experience is the loss of love or our loved one. The pain is excruciating and seemingly never-ending. But as we know, time eventually heals us, at least enough to rejoin the throng of human life and choose life over the darkness we have experienced. As time heals us, we can rationalise our feelings, our perception of events and circumstances, and at some point we discover a rebirth, a renewal of the soul. Perhaps having found wisdom and perspective through our pain and suffering. Hope you enjoy this short poem…
She echoed bliss,
her soul remiss of reality’s spires,
and in her delusions of joy
she grasped for hope, where life exists,
but in her dismay, she held on
by a gossamer thread.
Eyes hollowed out, darkness adrift
in a pool of bottomless storms,
she made adroit attempts
to conceal her ravaged soul,
but in her tremulous hands lay the truth,
a clinging shallow of promise.
Time perhaps would resurrect a soul lost,
a heart bereft of solid ground,
yet now, at the moment, she wavered
between a semblance of life
and the turbulence of strife,
choices to be perused and made.
Love is addictive, all-embracing,
and its loss so devastating,
and in time’s sweet blessing, we all may heal,
yet pain has never felt so real
as when love’s door closes, conceals
the possibility of survival.
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