Pain Flow's Uphill Poem by James McLain

Pain flows uphill, slow as shadowed streams,
Each step a burden, each breath a sigh,
Yet in the stillness where salt winds gleam,
The waves, like whispers, catch and reply.

The Oceanside hums with an ancient tune,
A lullaby sung to the restless heart,
Healing unfolds beneath the pale moon,
In the sea's soft touch, all grief departs.

Health rises gently, a sun reborn,
In the swell of tides, in the break of foam,
From brokenness, the spirit is torn,
But here in the sea, it finds its home.

Softness lingers, a tender embrace,
The ocean's hands hold without demand,
The ebb and flow, a sacred grace,
As pain retreats from the shore of sand.

And though uphill the river may climb,
Here by the waves, there's peace in time.