Temporary Is The Pain

The tears well,
behind a worn damn,
waiting, biding their time
until a crack forms,
and they can burst forth.

Unspoken sorrows,
worn over the ages;
like a stone
violently smoothed
by an endless tide,

Words left unsaid,
hugs not given;
like an unwound pendulum
silently waiting
to chime once more.

Heavy are the sorrows
of a world gone awry;
people torn and separated,
broken hearts weigh heavy,
like a thousand cinder blocks.

Emotions swirl and mix
in a never-ending whirlpool;
like bubbles they rise,
held by tender hearts,
erupting upon contact.

Faith calls out,
providing strength,
and knowledge;
that earthly things
hold no real treasure.

Joy stands silently,
peeking out
from behind dark doors;
casting her light
to show the way.

The morrow rests
beyond the horizon;
waiting to give birth
to another new day;
offering second chances.

Like a dirty slate
washed clean,
fresh starts emerge;
adorned in lessons learned,
and dreams not yet realized.

Barriers break down,
opening the way
to a brighter beyond,
where hope floats
on the wings of love.

Temporary is the pain
of one who knows
that emotions roll;
and like a clap of thunder,
this, too, shall pass.

© Leslie C Dobson

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