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Poetry is alive
it lives in our head

From the musical  hive
To the souls of the dead

In the music and footsteps and  nature and wonder

Even When life seems to be pulling you under

It's a way to release ones sadness and pain

It's a way to increase loves taunting  vein

The power of the words spoken or penned

Must always be treasured now and again
Eyes are covered
Hands are bound
Sound has been silenced
Numbness washes over every inch of skin and tissue
Sorrow has become my air
Self pity my fuel
Misery my only companion
Locked in my mind, a move replays over and over
Reliving every failure, every loss, every disappointment, every lie
Drowning in what if
Suffocating in the darkness of the past
The light of day brings no joy, only aggravation
The endless chatter of the world becomes a sting to my heart
A torture to endure.
A overwhelming tug at my heart strings
A feeling of future turmoil
The pit of my stomach physically hurts, Pain
Waiting for an impending doom
Lost without a shred of hope
Why has my faith betrayed me?
Why can't I shake this feeling?
Feels as if I am living in a nightmare never able to awake.
I look above to heaven
As we lie here in the field
Sun shining down on us
I breathe it in and "feel"

I feel the love I want
And know the love I need
You to me are both of those
And you are all I need
I was waiting on the platform,

waiting for a westbound train.

I was thinking about you

but I didn’t know your name.

I had seen you at the wedding-

You were playing bass guitar.

I didn’t at the time yet know

How wonderful you are.

Amazingly the train was late,

delayed because of rain.

You came with that umbrella.

I forgot about my plane.

I somehow found my courage

to finally ask your name.

In time we would share sorrow

But first we’d share romance.

I’ve no regrets that we two loved-

just grateful for the chance.

Someday I’ll tell our children

How we met there in the rain

How a shared umbrella

brought us close

While waiting for a train.
A verse about the finale
Remind the river
the puddle and the spring lake
what water tastes like.
~~~

knowing your joys,
           seeing your smiles,
                   God, i am happier!

knowing your pain,
                why do i feel them all?
                             why do i hurt the more?

~~~

sally

   Copyright 2014
                     Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
---the travails of being a parent, esp, a mother---
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