The Greatest Truth
Pain weighs down my fragile soul;
flood-gates thrown wide open
exposing the hurt.
Solace, I seek,
but to no avail
until pen meets paper.
Raw emotion paints a scene.
Breathe in, pain out.
Words fall quickly into place.
Clarity prevails.
Sense restored.
Pain lingers no more.
A memory left behind,
ready for the next time
when pain leaves me breathless,
without words to speak
and no one to comfort.
Writing is my constant companion.
She never lets me down,
reminds me I can get through.
And she is always right.
Happiness elevates my weightless soul;
a smile returns with weathered eyes,
exposing the truth.
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