Driftwood Poem by Meng Lim Dr

Driftwood



We are each like
a tiny blade of driftwood floating
in time's turbulent river
not knowing where's the ending-

is it worth the effort
of remembering -
the heart in pining
that knows no soothing?

through the wounds and throes
of past suffering and regretting
love's voice has been silenced
and pain is the perennial living -


yet I'll not turn away
despite night's deepest weeping
on the rock of hope -eventually
I'll find my soul's anchoring

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