You wear your misery on your sleeve, You adorn your neck with despair, Is it a necklace, or a fetter? Oh how great the inner turmoil, For the adornment is merely the tip of the iceberg. Your mind -- full of devastation. You body -- pining away. I know your pain, for I have endured it I was not living Merely surviving. Healing is not found in imbibing Or consumption Or avoidance Or medicine Healing is found in the Passion of another! Embrace Him, And refuse to let go! Despondency shall transform. Your mourning -- soon dancing. Your sackcloth -- soon gladness. Your soul will be satisfied! Soon you will sing!
Posted on: Sat, 08 Jun 2013 22:31:53 +0000
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