It comes without an invitation
A heavy log that settles deep in the chest
Cracking every bone until it ache
Carry with it memories that hurts
It speaks in shadows on the wall
It travels through fogs and cold night
A fog that blurs everything once bright
And leaves only faded pictures to hold
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It is the quiet, fraying thread of promises left behind
The road that suddenly takes crook turns
A sudden sharp echoes that bites its own
Hurt that bleeds within
Yet in the hollow where it dwells
A light remains, a stubborn one
For nothing teaches us to heal
Like the winter of our pain
A deeply moving poem, with imagery that conveys, almost vividly, the experience of pain and its profound significance. Best regards, @dwixer.
It's really true. There is usually a stubborn light that leads us to healing. I pray it shines brighter. Thank you for writing and your powerful use of imagery, and personification, well done.
Thank you. I'm glad you enjoyed the read