Secret sufferings
Let my pen
Caress a blank page
As sighs are torn
From my being
In search of relief
When I escape
From hurtful whispers
In wavering silence

Secret sufferings
Let my pen
Caress a blank page
As sighs are torn
From my being
In search of relief
When I escape
From hurtful whispers
In wavering silence
Sometimes writing is the best therapy! Beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thanks for sharing. Very interesting! What has help me is knowing God is aware of our suffering. From the very start of human suffering, not a single teardrop has gone unnoticed by Jehovah, whose “watchful eyes” see everything.
Psalm 11:4; 56:8
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Thank you!
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