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Walking down a wooded path
tall flowing trees all around,
I came upon the river’s edge
and sat down on the ground.

Sitting at the edge of the river
I stare at its ongoing flow,
I start to give it all my pain
a release with each little throw.

My hardest pain is fear
that I’ve had from so long ago,
of never feeling good enough
that’s dulled my inner glow.

It eats at me like a cancer
each and every day,
the fear of never being good enough
and again being thrown away.

Years of disappointment and abuse
only being property, nothing to love,
but always trying to make things right
so everyone else could rise above.

I throw this fear out into the river
sit back and watch it pass slowly by,
I wrap my arms around myself
feel the release, let myself cry.

I throw out all the other pains
betrayal, heartache, loneliness and more,
I watch them drift gently way
these last tears will be left on this river shore.

Noticing as each and every pain
slowly floats down the river away,
I observe at a distance
as they fade into the suns sparkling rays.

Walking down a wooded path
tall flowing trees all around,
I came upon the river’s edge
and was surprised at what I found.*
~
© 2017 Brianna Love/SA/DBMA
This goes out to AnolikeAkau https://hellopoetry.com/anolikeakau/
Never give up, what you feel now will pass. Life holds so much beauty, so many amazing things and people, so much love. Just look at the love shouting out to you right here on HP. There are so many that have known the same pain and they are reaching out to you. Just take a hand, any hand. Throw your pain out into the river, let it be washed away.
 Sep 2017 Ahmed Ali
Nico Julleza
∙∙∙◦◦•◎•◦◦∙∙∙
Rejoice and praise
in all my voice He bestowed
-music upon thee
in shores were the seas meet
-and mountains reached
were the valleys peaking feat

He treasured a song for me
and every day I'll keep
-just as I'd sing
A song only Jesus give,
-comforts my woeful soul
blissfully of His forcing Lo

Nineteen in a world I never
-dreamt
people in strife, unbridled-
broken in the midst of life
hide away in His wings,
-As I find my peace of mind

Thieves strive, a callous ****
to ****** the song I sing,
but of all in all between,
a Cross He carried for lives
to save and shall not parish
a tomorrow for me to sing

Cling as He promised He be
His heavenly touch,
-reaching a thousand as much
Angeles came in joy
as I keep singing this song,
The song of my Savior & Lord

Amen...
#Cling #God #Heart #Endless #Joy #Sing #Glory

Maybe Its Time To Bring Light in the World, rather than be a part of Darkness
God Bless Poets, may this poem inspires you to Live Faithfully to the Lord, even in troubles and joy. There's always Good News in Gods Presences.

(NCJ)POETRYProductions. ©2017
 Sep 2017 Ahmed Ali
amalia
I love him...
For God Sake
I love him....

I love him...
For whatever it is he's done to me
For whatever risk he took to treat me right

I love him...
For bad or good

I love him...
For today, still continue at tomorrow

I love him...
Like i said yesterday...
 Sep 2017 Ahmed Ali
Jeremy Kuan
That moment when you see her
for the hundredth time
like it’s the very first time

That moment when you stare at her lips
and wish that they were
touching yours

That moment when you find yourself
speechless and unworthy
standing in the presence of this angel

That moment when you remember
she was always there for you
and saved you from yourself

That moment when you realise
you need her too much
you can’t risk losing her friendship

That moment when you know
she’s too perfect
so you can never have her

That moment when your shoulders
are nearly touching
but you have to pull away

It all happened in an instant

I wish my eyes were never opened
 Sep 2017 Ahmed Ali
Nico Julleza
Eyes that Lies
heart of disguise
hurt is the truth
mourns of youth
for no reasons why

Eyes that Lies
a painted door
feelings to sigh
not even knowing
what could be inside

Eyes that Lies
self that hides
shades unalike
each of us despise
a feeling of outside
#Eyes #Untrue #Self #Hidden #NeedAFriend

(NCJ)POETRYProductions. ©2017
Enough of writing
the poems sad,
Seen everything
a lot I had.

Life has offered
a platter of taste,
Sweet sour bitter
nothing goes waste.

Gone through the highs
also seen the lows,
Against all odds
the life flows.

Forgotten the sweetness
but not the anger,
Hurtful moments
we tend to remember.

When the heart breaks
the writings are born,
Pens bleed poems
when the souls are torn.

Most of us write
their pain and hurts,
Express themselves
when the life *****.

Have joined HP
for honest release,
The sadness, hurt,
pain and grief.

It doesn't mean
that we're sad forever,
The happiness exists, but
the pain always takes over.

Uplifting everyone
To make them dance
To spread the love
warmth and romance

Remembering the good
forgetting the wrong,
When shall I write
**The love song?

— The End —