Relationships
We want it... but we don't.
We pray and search to hold,
Yet when we hold, we curse.
So much of our pain emerges from its midst.
And still the worst pain is the absence of it.
As time and time again,
We hurt and break
And love.
Copyright © Tova Orbach | Year Posted 2016
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