The purpose of this blog is to provide a place for me to express the stories that boil out of me. Feel free to comment, critique, congratulate, or hate. To create is to live.

June 9, 2015

A Meditation on Hurt

It rains in your mind,
It makes your tears grow.
Look deep and you find,
That without it you slow.

The terror is real,
A slow seeping pain.
The horror a seal,
One hopeful refrain.

There lies the secret,
Found by the true sleuth.
A life without frets,
Is empty of truth.

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