all the pain in the world

if i was to walk the strand of that Jersey shore once again, my toes burning but deepening into the sand, i could not walk it without knowing…sensing…heart pain. the same type of pain i read about here on wordpress…every night i read new posts…

all the pain in the world-

rests in your presence-

             those imprints in the sand beside me

             that scent flowing from your hair

             those waves pulling the moon of my heart

but like seaweed lingering along the shore

drying, dying, in the whispers crossing over-

i will not live that again

no, i will not live in that pain;

victorious.

all the pain in the world

pages, posts, pictures…eyes-

                  sunken deep in the ashes of smoldering fires

                  rooted in strained remnants of sleepless nights

                  wandering reflections slipping into random writings

for the face that would never look upon another

for the heart that would ever spend her diamonds

and leave open the wounded soul upon a stone

bloodied, beaten, broken by the will of one-

not yet victorious.

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