The Well
The Well
I have a well of pain in me.
I lift that bucket here and there
To take some out in my despair.
The well will always be there,
But I am cleansed and sometimes
It isn’t so full, it isn’t so hard.
I make sure I stand to look at it
Without falling in.
Without taking too much out
At a time.
I know there is no perfect life.
There will always be pain.
There will always be the well.
But the reflection I see is strength.
As I stand in truth with what I know
Turning water into perpetual growth.
Heidi Sands
Copyright © Heidi Sands | Year Posted 2016
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