Tears like pearls fills my eyes Touch of anguish Pot my mind The target is found Voices crying deep inside Crying… crying In the dark Darkness swallows the light My heart Has stop beating No mercy Go away…just go away Biting lips till it bleeds My dark room walls Caressing Far away songs in my mind Staring into the dark As tears flow To dry up heavens You are happy But my soul Is troubled
No Soul Is Troubled Only By Human Outside Of It,i.e. Scientists Have Determined Weighing Dead Bodies Before & After Death That Something Leaves Body Weighs Approx 1/4 Ounce They Believe It Is The (Your) Soul...
Tinka-girl, you ARE strong...and getting stronger. I see something different here.......you are stepping back and seing it for what it is! That is why the write is so powerful - because YOU are surging with a new wave of His power!
This beautiful poem, filled with such pathos, I can only pray for Creator's embrace to strengthen and sustain you as you go through this trial! As the saying goes "This too shall pass!"
Advice is good, if it is good advice, and those willing to give advice are many.
I have found, in my own seasons of suffering, that nothing will lessen the amount of time ordained for the season. It will be what it is, and we will feel what we feel, and it will end when it ends, and there is nothing anyone can do to change that.
I have always reemerged a wiser man afterwards, and I have always been blessed when I was able to open up and share, along the way, as you are, those mountains of feelings that daily threatened to overwhelm me.
There is nothing anyone can do to lessen what you are learning and feeling, and can only hope that those who are trying won't be likened to so many meaningless platitudes.
I can assure you of one thing Tink . . . there is an end to this season!
Stand Strong!
Richard
Reviewed by Jennifer Croy (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2006
I think this is a delightful poem and the music is so uplifting Great job Tinka! Jennifer
Heart wrenching write of pain that cannot be stilled or tears that cannot be stopped, you pour your soul into this one but know that all of this will pass someday and you will feel the urge to smile and run in the sun along a beach again, of this I am certain. My thoughts are with you Tink.
Heartbreaking write Tinka. No situation is worthy of so much pain.
HUGS
Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
Reviewed on July 10, 2006
Tinka, if you are having a decline, you have a wonderful way of putting your feelings into words. They are sure to help many. I can't say it enough...you keep getting better and better.
Take a deep breath........accept goodness.........reject the hurt.......and go on Tinka......and maybe.......avoid certain situations that might result in further hurts.......be good to yourself....you deserve much more...........
hugs........anita :)
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Eileen
I have found, in my own seasons of suffering, that nothing will lessen the amount of time ordained for the season. It will be what it is, and we will feel what we feel, and it will end when it ends, and there is nothing anyone can do to change that.
I have always reemerged a wiser man afterwards, and I have always been blessed when I was able to open up and share, along the way, as you are, those mountains of feelings that daily threatened to overwhelm me.
There is nothing anyone can do to lessen what you are learning and feeling, and can only hope that those who are trying won't be likened to so many meaningless platitudes.
I can assure you of one thing Tink . . . there is an end to this season!
Stand Strong!
Richard
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HUGS
Elizabeth
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You have to take your destiny into your own hands...that's the only way this " living nightmare " is ever going to pass...and don't look back, OK...
It's absolute agony just reading your grief and distress..
Love
Peter
hugs........anita :)