Celeste Morse


The Healing Sorrow - Poem by Celeste Morse

In a faraway place
Where the joyous rays of the sun
Do not appear to reach,
There is a girl that cries.
Yet, despite this place of troubles, she cries not for herself
But those around her.
She cries for those
Who have never cried,
And those who shed tears too many.
She cries for both joyful,
And sorrowful.
For those weak
From being poor,
And those who carry
The burden of riches.
She cries for those
Who have never been loved,
And those who will never love.
She cries for those
With no family,
And those who wish they had none.
She cries for the world;
She cries them a river
To wish away their troubles -
Yet, out of all the tears
She has shed,
What one has been cried
To diminish her troubles?

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  • Norman F. Santos (12/14/2011 7:06:00 PM)


    A vicarious read :) Thank you for your lovely poetry (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 14, 2011



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