The time of healing is near
yet for a distance,
Tears unshed with silent screams
Agony through the barrier of solitude.
Emotions create voids;
voids of self-discovery
Is it fear of vulnerability?
Arrows of others’ views
The bows of torment are sprung…
The clouds of time are building slowly
The torrent of healing is falling
Time strikes through
The barrier disintergrates.
As the quiet of a storm
so silence of the heart,
Focus on solitude lifts
Wounds wrap in scars.
Scars fall apart
lives weave a quilt of patchwork,
Thread sewn – meant to tear
The needle of Love
first and last
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- The Passing of Pain (soulphotographs.wordpress.com)