How painful things are,
and how painful things can be,
yet painful of all is the human experience as a whole,
each sorrows carries it's own tunes,
we can express that sentiment,
that feeling with great ease and at times release a destructive path,
like a raging mighty river,
self inflicting all goodness crushed, as blind like a binding attachment it could not let go,
that pain...that sentiment...fine tuned sorrows, that rage we so madly revere,
for the yearnings souls that which pain holds,
the easily channeled coerced, set free the chains that binds and release the stagnant
energies and be reborn with a new image of everlasting acceptance,
my apologies for the things I didn't say,
and regrets for not being heard, may the words of truth stand it's trials.
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