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Time Heals All Wounds

I’m all cried out

When will the tears stop?

They keep rolling and rolling and rolling,

And streaming 

And bucketing down.

An outraged torrent

A torrential tirade

Through which I must wade

To plumb the depths

Of my heartfelt emotion,

My devotion,

To things that cannot be.

 

The floodgates are open

The waterfall is crashing through

Breaking me apart

Into a thousand pieces

Splintering and shattering my soul,

The glass dam of my heart

The fine cut crystal

That fissures and fractures and fragments

And splits in two.

One part for me

Another for you. 

 

These beads of water

These rivulets that stain my face

And streak my cheeks

That sting and dry out my eyes

That block my nose,

I know that this is just the way it goes.

I need to let them out

I can’t keep them bottled up anymore.

Though it pains me

To cry

And cry again

I have to let them flow

I have to let them go

Into the river of tears

Where lay all my fears

And hopes

And dreams

Battered and bruised and broken

Among the shifting sands of time.

Time Heals All Wounds

I’m all cried out

When will the tears stop?

They keep rolling and rolling and rolling,

And streaming 

And bucketing down.

An outraged torrent

A torrential tirade

Through which I must wade

To plumb the depths

Of my heartfelt emotion,

My devotion,

To things that cannot be.

 

The floodgates are open

The waterfall is crashing through

Breaking me apart

Into a thousand pieces

Splintering and shattering my soul,

The glass dam of my heart

The fine cut crystal

That fissures and fractures and fragments

And splits in two.

One part for me

Another for you. 

 

These beads of water

These rivulets that stain my face

And streak my cheeks

That sting and dry out my eyes

That block my nose,

I know that this is just the way it goes.

I need to let them out

I can’t keep them bottled up anymore.

Though it pains me

To cry

And cry again

I have to let them flow

I have to let them go

Into the river of tears

Where lay all my fears

And hopes

And dreams

Battered and bruised and broken

Among the shifting sands of time.

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