I Cry In The Night Poem by James Walter Orr

We start life’s road, walking hand in hand
Synchronized in step, through time's endless sand
And a stone appears in the road ahead
And we pass it on separate sides.

What only appeared to be a stone
Changes into two channels, each it’s own,
And flows around different sides of a hill
And can never come back together.

Two hearts divide like an embryo
And divide their thoughts like a river’s flow
And the heart that beat like your very own
Assumes it’s separate cadence.

I hear the snap when my own heart breaks
And I hope it mends and in time forsakes
The pain and the guilt and the emptiness,
For the nourishment that I seek.

And I cry in the night, like a poor lost child
Who belongs in a home, but is lost in the wild,
And my mind turns back to those years before,
And the stream too wide to cross.

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