tears carries away pain
cleans the window of soul
to let us see
another side to life
after a hard cry
the heart feels lighter
a hill wedges itself between
bearer and agony
as flowers of well wishers
start to fade, wither
pain too loses its grip
one should learn
to accept life
the way a rose
withers crumples, scatters
in the the wind
Praise for this wise and beautiful poem which you have seen from your own personal window on the world. Kind regards, Sandra
simple&direct just the way i like 'em. keep writing, i'll be reading! best care, Sus(y) .
John, nice symbolism combined with a useful message... well done! Brian
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol another poem to make me hoot John! It is not true, I have been crying on and off for 4 years now and I feel no lighter at all, just more wrinked! Nah you are right. I encouraged my kids to let it out when they lost their dad, the one that did is thriving, my two older boys are still acting tough and it taking longer, but we all deal with life in our own time. I know how that rose feels though. Sweet poem of encouragement. 10 from Tai