Broken into pieces,
too many to be put back together,
no more moisture left to produce any more tears,
feeling raw beyond time and space,
my pain is
beyond stars and planets,
beyond understanding,
even beyond deep,
and then without being asked to come in,
never voicing where it is from,
as if pleased with being in a place
so pure and open,
silently making itself known,
in it’s most subtle essence,
comes joy
blossoming from a seed
known only to the mystery of life.
Existing beyond rhyme and reason,
this blank slate of brilliance
comes carrying a gift,
a gift of the strength to be in two worlds,
as a world of infinite possibilities embraces
a world of pain never to be forgotten,
where only wisdom survives.
About the Creator
Melissa Ireland
May our creativity bring a smile to life! Have published a book of my art and poetry https://www.listeningsbymelissaireland.com
And for more goodies visit my site https://www.melissairelandart.com
Grateful you are here! Hope you enjoy!
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