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A Journey Of One Heart
by Miss Pandora
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Rated "G" by the Author.
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A year of tears has flown so slowly
not much laughter for the truly lonely
Oh! there had been such moments - brilliant smiles
when hope and trust had surged forward for a while.
The stars had shone more brightly with you -
life passed quickly as passions grew.
Talking our language - knowing few understood
wanting our spirits to fly if only they could.
So many tears - all caused by laughter
Saying beautiful things without regret after.
Then suddenly silence roared loudly at me
I sensed a fear - it really wasn't difficult to see
that your dark demons were at war with us,
discussion with them was completely pointless.
So the sweet tears that flowed turned suddenly sour
as disappointment weighed heavier by the hour.
The thunder compelled me to think of you
making my heart pound as you used to do.
Alone at night, I longed for you to get in touch
wanting to simply share our connection again so much.
Then one night as the moonlight was dying
you approached me and said it was worth trying.
Tentative and with huge trepidation
I let you back in without condemnation.
Oh how wonderful - we flew higher than ever before
you touched me in so many ways and I felt sure
that only a physical divide would keep us apart
as I sensed the passion deep within your own heart.
We met again and on so many plains
my heart was wild and free without restraint.
Oh....but those demons were strong
as they kept provoking you - saying we were wrong.
They liked the taste of my bitter-sweet tears
as they confirmed my deepest of fears.
Then with the cruellest of blows
you finally let the other side of you show.
The sabre severed my heart from my head
I needed our passion alive not dead.
I have learned to live with the bitter taste
of the tears shed - they were such a waste.
Now you really shouldn't get me wrong
I was never weak I am very strong...
but how sad for emotion to travel this road
where storms rage and thunder bellowed.
So now I stand where I was once before
sheltering from pain and wanting no more.
Only you could now want us to still be friends
but sadly I am resigned to the fact that this is how it ends.
Twelve long months with so much more than four seasons
all flavoured by love without any reasons.
You gave me hope and helped me to grow
..but I understand now and know I must go.


(c) 2006 Pandora



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Reviewed by Denise Contreras
Beautiful poem walking through pain helps us grow.
Thank you.

Angela
Reviewed by Elizabeth Price
So poignant and powerful. Lesson learned by walking through the pain. Your poem really touched me. Such depth in this poem.
Reviewed by H. Lena Jones
Miss Pandora, "Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning," that's what the good Book says in Psalm 30:5. This too will pass, says another well-known verse. And so the heart's pain will one day ease with time. Chin up!

God Bless
Lena
Reviewed by Vesna Vanessa
Many of us seek our counterpart ..the passion beckons..yet in order to remain with them, both need to resolve inner issues..those demons imprinted in our soul long ago..it is hard work but worth every dark moment..perhaps your Beloved will return after making peace with his dark side..never say never!


Vesna..:)
Reviewed by Rhonda Galizia
'The thunder compelled me to think of you...'

Dear Panda, this I understand, only too perfectly.
But the tears are never wasted, Sweetie, as I, too, went on to learn...Father God gathers them into a bottle...they have WORTH to our Creator!

Tears are the very GIFT ['though it never seems so at the time!] that ALLOW the pain to pass THROUGH us, and OUT of our being...cleansing away the old wounds...the remaining sting of their salt, becomes a kind reminder, and cause us to become stronger...and go forward. Eventually, the tears of loss and pain and sorrow...turn to tears of jubilation!

Wisdom: The longer we dwell on the tears and pain, the longer it will take the wound to heal. Give it its proper respectful burial - then, Let go, let go, let go!

Our LORD, as you already know, is just waiting ...to take you by the hand, and never leave you - or your beautiful boys!

I love you, Dear Child. Rhonda
Reviewed by Taylor Ryan
Oh Miss P...

Your words are ones with which I so easily identify. Going doesn't mean you do not love...going just means you have grown tougher through the times together, the times apart, and the second chance. Do you think second chances work, or that in truth, trust has been undermined and defenses are on guard? Going is tough, but even when the spark still exists, strength slowly comes your way...few steps back every now and then, but remember,"the best is yet to come".

Taylor~
Reviewed by richard cederberg
A deeply emotional and sensitive write.

Those tears caused by laughter are the best, I believe, but . . . we never learn much from them.

"Then suddenly silence roared loudly at me" A brilliant image that I believe most can relate to.

And: "the sabre severed my heart from my head" another brilliant image that I can personally relate to.

Dear Pandora, these experiences you write about here, if dealt with properly, will be part of the fuel for what we write.

Stand Strong Poet!
Good Job!
Richard
Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Oh hells bells. I came home to a house. Wife, son. everything material gone. The pain, that bloody pain of not seeing my son, because of her lover, drives me to just above sane...

Only your.YOUR heart knows what is right. If you have kids, please don't kill is emotions by refusal for nowt of reason...

Only the children become the victims..Six years on, although I write each day.. I still hope for post from my only son...

Think, think, think, then do the correct thing..
Reviewed by Peter Paton
I know that feeling...and you must let go....you have no other option..:)

Peter
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