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Moments in solitude
Poem I wrote long ago about the beauty and healing of silence. |
| I was hurt, Tears fell down my cheeks In hot stinging sprays Like a river they fell Uncontrolled rain Pounded from it's cage Flooded in it's rage. And then.... It passed and I felt nothing. Emotionally drained. Slowly as the tears dried up Slowly as the pain subsided Came the unbreakable sound of silence Pain was no longer permitted For in this place of oneness There was no room The heaviness was lifted Invisible hands had healed. The healing hands of silence The calm after the storm. |