Salt

as innoccent and pure it seems

pour salt in a wound

there at first you weep at the pain you will feel

but if you live through the pain 

in time the wound will heal

 

it is something that is felt

 

that pain in your chest that tells you that you are all alone

salt is gonna be there

 

when you awake from a deep sleep to realize the nightmares arent just in your dreams

salt is gonna be there

 

yet when you stand on the shore of the ocean and close your eyes

salt is there

 

when you have peace of mind 

everything in the moment is right

salt is there

 

when you take a chance and everything turns bitter

salt was there

 

when your skin is dried and crack like leather

salt was there

 

when your eyes are bloodshot 

the tears dont show any signs of slowing

salt was there

 

when everything that was once clear is now blurry 

salt was there

 

when you hurt so bad 

nothing can stop it

salt was there

 

you must take it 

give it

feel it

 

to live in life

be careful of the doses you take

 

a grain of salt is what makes a healthy soul

if you forget how to let some go

eventually your soul will overload 

your heart will explode

 

 

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