The pain from having to let go
Is hurt beyond compare
When the heart breaks, sadness will grow
Often too much to bear
Each day seems longer than the night
Which was already long
It’s hard to see a sun so bright
When everything is wrong.
The pain that forms inside the soul
Once one must walk away
Consumes the heart, no longer whole
Allowing woe to stay
The doubts build deep inside the mind
Forming castles of stone
When someone mourns, ‘tis hard to find
The path ahead, alone.
The pain that grows after goodbye
Buries the soul in grief
The teardrops fall and seldom dry
Because time is a thief
Stealing the power the heart once knew
Strength needed to endure
But, soon the sadness will be through
As God grants you the cure.
© 2008 – Jill Eisnaugle’s Poetry Collection
Houston's 1560 The Game (KGOW-AM)
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Cryssa
"Call to Me, and I will answer you, and tell you great and unsearchable things, which you do not know."
God bless you, Jill, as He continues to help you through this experience.
Love, Connie
God bless.
Tavia
Ron
Love Tinka
Christine
Very well penned/illustrated; brava!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Burleson, Karen Lynn. :(
It's always hard to let go, but sometimes it's for the best - for us to grow. Very well penned.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.