Pain is
Pain has a universal resemblance to a cutglass
Lifeless with twists and turns.
Slowly apprehending one like quicksand.
Outwardly screaming for help, no one
in sight to be pinpointed at least it
seemed that pain is eventful with full
of disappointment, heartbreak, testiness
often temporary. Pain is the pain of
conscious of false hopes, pain is
like a pressure cooker, Pain is now
turned inside out with Faith.
Copyright © Michaela Renee Solomon | Year Posted 2024
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