Pain comes in cycles
So much like the seasons.
There are good & bad days
Of delight and grief
Alternating like winter & spring.
You can see them clearly
If you can pause to observe
Without being engaged or identified
By its play.
It’s been yet another ending
To yet another beginning.
Like the overlapping tides
That race towards the shore.
The wound never heals.
It only outgrows its pain
Until it mutates & decays
To it’s inevitable death.
You can only bend to the winds of fate
When they blow hard on you.
If you live through the storm
You can better know your strength
& God forbid…if you die,
You will be immortalized.
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