The River's Edge
Image: Angela BradburnDoesn't it hurt,
the unconquerable peak,
the undefined verse,
the uncaptured chord,
the inescapable heaviness
at the bottom of the heart?
I know it does.
So what if I can't feel it,
or remember the tearing
of skin from thorny bushes
near the river so calm.
No one can console or
reassure you of
better days to come
when the scar goes under
more scars, and new flesh grows
making you new and cold
to those with fresh scars
Remember one thing,
everybody feels,
even when scars are created
or hidden far below.
The beauty and the pain,
not just in the flowing of the river,
but also in the parched up ground.
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I had been coming regularly, but not commenting anymore.
The pain is too obvious to ignore, so I had to delurk.
'I hold it true, whatever befall
I feel it, when I sorrow most;'
one speaks to oneself, and slowly gets convinced.
Very beautifully written. Thank you.
to those scars..
I still feel the pain
when the autumn leaves fall.
And I always thank God
for all those pain
that revived an undiscerned heart
to love others again...
Cheers
Shrink
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