Posted by Lou Pilder on November 15, 2016, at 8:13:22
In reply to This tide of grief I hide inside of me, posted by Hiddenhurt on November 14, 2016, at 12:26:36
> This tide of grief I hide inside of me,
> Because too-sad people in society
> Are like wilting flowers in a bouquet:
> They spoil appearances, and are wished away.
>
> I try to be upright and dutiful,
> But it hurts me that one is deemed unbeautiful
> When sick and in pain. If the evening sky
> Can be both dark and lovely, why not I?
>
> For pain grows fast in darkness, and when apart
> Fear metastasizes. (Why must the heart
> Be such a skittish mouse?) So close to home
> And yet so misunderstood, and so alone.Hiddenhurt,
Let not your heart be troubled. If you believe in the darkness of pain, then believe in the light of life. If you believe in the wilting of the flowers, you can believe in the blooming of the flowers kissed by the Sun.
Sing a new song. Return to the green fields that you used to know. Gone will be the dark clouds and the cold winds and there will be the water of life to make you come out of the darkness into a marvelous light to have sadness replaced with joy, and all the trees of the field will clap their hands.
Lou
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