Secret Pain



Life lived slow mid thorns of fear, wounded weighted low,

Memories lost of journeys free before this path, this NO.

Gone the days of wonder’s laugh choked out by touching hurt.

Yet undeceived can eyes still see such beauty bright unthroned?

 Yes! seize and strain the light until with hope you can release

the tears flow down like rain

and grow the heart beyond this place.

For there the quiet secret pain remains embraced and thus refined,

breathed within a lover’s kiss,  a holy space divine.

Photography: eternitysphotography/wordpress.

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