Of draining sorrow I cannot write,
The pen seems to stop and pause.
But I've known so many in my life
Some too dark, some grief and loss.
There are rooms in my heart I hide
Silent witnesses to the pain
Slow death from cancer, a suicide,
And the tears here they remain.
Facing life again through the battles
Letting go of what can't be undone.
Life is no playground I can tell,
And sad times happen to everyone.
Life is a story that will soon end,
And pain, it never wears a mask.
I find strength in family, a friend-
There are no answers to some questions we ask.
Cynthia Buhain-Baello~~~08.16.14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem