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Sorrow awakens Rubs her crusty eyes  Wishing to drift  Back to sleep  But the sandman  is nowhere to be found.  Slowly Sorrow  sits up  Cracking bones and  dry lips  "How long has it been  Since I laid down to rest?"  She wondered. One foot on the cold floor  and another follows suit Desperate shivers flow  gives a jolt a blow  She steps to the sink porcelain as her skin  Wrinkled hands turn the ****  rusted, so long forgotten "Isn't their something that is suppose to happen?"  She thought, "do I recall right?"  Then the water slowing began to drip   and she remembered to turn on the light.   She cupped her hands together  to capture just enough drops to  wash the ash off her face  She had forgotten the cold feeling  That comes with waters grace Splashing the icy liquid upon her hard sullen face  To wash off the dust and dirt  now thick as a paste It was The ash from the reapers breath  given home upon Sorrow's cheeks  Yet he had spared her... Leaving only a memory  She looked in the mirror  As she washed it away  And she saw in her eyes  Lifetimes of pain  From defeat  and loss and grief  From love and  an unforgiven past  Holding her heart for ransom  Hanging from the tree of death  Ripe and ready  to fall at last She had wished it was just a dream... Am I remembering correct? Something happens now?  Then without a beat or breath or blink of the eye  A tear escaped found its way out kissed her lips then fell to her breast  And more to come She could attest  Their was no choice  There was no rest  No escape. No power strong enough  to keep her poor heart  from overflowing  Then all at once  a scream came forth  from the depths of her being  Her ears beared witness to a place within her never before heard a cave so dark And damp and deep That death himself let it be... There lived a  pain that can only come from A life of truly living  And in that moment of release and touching that place inside  She lit a candle in her heart  And cried and cried and cried  Tortured soul screams out the dark parts of her heart  Her voice and tears give it life  It escapes her lips like a bird leaving its nest and flying  And a great peace came over her  And all at once she realized why  For sorrow did not come so much from the pain she kept hidden  But from all the energy and force and shame that came with suppressing  And she remembered why she had laid down to rest.... It was exaughsting.  So scared of the pain escaping she had slept and slept and slept  But it was not a dream and it would not be put to rest  Her whole life passing  wishing it to all be okay  Maybe if she kept it down it would all go away  But the pain only grew her sorrow cutting deeper  She didn't yet know her pain would be her savior  In the depths of her grief All that was needed was grieving  Only through freeing the demons  Could come true healing  And once all had been given wings and space to fly  The darkness purged  And a light emerged  To reveal a pure love within her.
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Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:52 PM UTC
EurekaMertonPoetry
Miss Sorrow
Sorrow awakens Rubs her crusty eyes  Wishing to drift  Back to sleep  But the sandman  is nowhere to be found.  Slowly Sorrow  sits up  Cracking bones and  dry lips  "How long has it been  Since I laid down to rest?"  She wondered. One foot on the cold floor  and another follows suit Desperate shivers flow  gives a jolt a blow  She steps to the sink porcelain as her skin  Wrinkled hands turn the ****  rusted, so long forgotten "Isn't their something that is suppose to happen?"  She thought, "do I recall right?"  Then the water slowing began to drip   and she remembered to turn on the light.   She cupped her hands together  to capture just enough drops to  wash the ash off her face  She had forgotten the cold feeling  That comes with waters grace Splashing the icy liquid upon her hard sullen face  To wash off the dust and dirt  now thick as a paste It was The ash from the reapers breath  given home upon Sorrow's cheeks  Yet he had spared her... Leaving only a memory  She looked in the mirror  As she washed it away  And she saw in her eyes  Lifetimes of pain  From defeat  and loss and grief  From love and  an unforgiven past  Holding her heart for ransom  Hanging from the tree of death  Ripe and ready  to fall at last She had wished it was just a dream... Am I remembering correct? Something happens now?  Then without a beat or breath or blink of the eye  A tear escaped found its way out kissed her lips then fell to her breast  And more to come She could attest  Their was no choice  There was no rest  No escape. No power strong enough  to keep her poor heart  from overflowing  Then all at once  a scream came forth  from the depths of her being  Her ears beared witness to a place within her never before heard a cave so dark And damp and deep That death himself let it be... There lived a  pain that can only come from A life of truly living  And in that moment of release and touching that place inside  She lit a candle in her heart  And cried and cried and cried  Tortured soul screams out the dark parts of her heart  Her voice and tears give it life  It escapes her lips like a bird leaving its nest and flying  And a great peace came over her  And all at once she realized why  For sorrow did not come so much from the pain she kept hidden  But from all the energy and force and shame that came with suppressing  And she remembered why she had laid down to rest.... It was exaughsting.  So scared of the pain escaping she had slept and slept and slept  But it was not a dream and it would not be put to rest  Her whole life passing  wishing it to all be okay  Maybe if she kept it down it would all go away  But the pain only grew her sorrow cutting deeper  She didn't yet know her pain would be her savior  In the depths of her grief All that was needed was grieving  Only through freeing the demons  Could come true healing  And once all had been given wings and space to fly  The darkness purged  And a light emerged  To reveal a pure love within her.
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