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Season of Pain

October 23, 2011

When your shredded insides

Float to the outside

It must be a season of pain

When your prickly outsides

Poke the ones you love

It must be a season of pain

When backward is the only direction in sight

And tripping is the only way down

What’s left to do but ride the wave

Of hope, of trust, and that of faith

That when bottom hits, there’s no way left but up

Something gives and you find

It’s old skin peeling,

It’s old blood-letting

It’s old hurts healing

It must be the season of pain.

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. October 23, 2011 12:06 pm

    Wow, the verbiage is superb–such a vivid picture or psychological and emotional experiences. Beautifully crafted

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