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Such a beautiful tide of emotions behind these eyes,
Almost as a gentle brook, winding through the darkness;
River bends lie smooth, with flowers at their edges,
Exquisite splashes of color amid deep blue skies,
Petals damp with the tears of the stream,
Bubbling up to the surface and coating their silken cheeks,
The silent crying unheard to the common ear,
To the unaware passer-by, the misunderstanding stranger;
The gentle arms of the weeping willow embrace the waters,
A comforting friend in the stormy wilderness,
A lone ally for the bruised and battered spirit that abides within the suffocating chaos;
Life passes by in a confusing blend of pain, love and endurance,
And still the brook goes on….
Ever persistent, never ending,
Determined in its persistent pursuit of happiness and peace;
Such a quiet turmoil endured within this peaceful appearance,
Such a struggle that slowly drowns that being that strives only to be understood,
Drowns the dreamer that reaches for the highest, ever-brightening star,
Drowns the soul that prays for a beautiful dawn on the morn,
That prays for strength to fight to see the dawn…
Wonderful simplicity of survival and existing among the complexities of life,
And still the brook goes on….
© Kathy Anne Harrell
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