I cannot take your pain
Since I would be a thief
To take what isn’t mine
You do not need my crime
I cannot hear your groans
In midnight’s silent breaths
That grow loud in your head
As Sleep stands you up again
I cannot taste the last drops
Of the bottle, your sole mate
Though I wish I could know
What your thirst feels like
I cannot stop your crying
Or know the river’s source
But as you climb the mountain
And it starts to get steeper…
Know that it will descend
When you get to the other side
How beautiful… Love this poem, it resonates with me a lot. Hope you are right about the last paragraph….
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Thank you and glad you like it. I’ve been told by those who know better than me, that you don’t just hope – you must believe and it shall be so 😀
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Heard that a lot lately. If it were so easy, though….. 🙂
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Oh I know it is not easy and quite often it doesn’t happen by itself, we have to act as well. Good luck and best wishes. Chevvy.
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Thank you, and same to you!
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Thank you – btw, that poem was for me too😀
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🙂
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Thank you Chevvy! I will remember this when times get rough 🙂
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As I must too Gwin 😀
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Hello gorgeous! You ‘re right about that.
🙂
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That’s a lovely greeting – thank you and lovely to see you too.😀
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❤ ❤ ❤
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We never can know what another feels inside. Love the last two lines. 🙂
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Thank you Joan 😀
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Hope is important, lovely
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Very true and you are a great symbol of that😀
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Thanks Chevvy x
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