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just notes* And im here again my two faithful friends.
Always there to listen to me and take my pain away...
Always ready for my return,
Always on alert for the first sign of pain.
And im here again trying to forget the pain, the ache, the loneliness, and humiliation...
Always ready to pick up the pieces of my broken heart.
Always on alert for the first sign of tears.
thank you my faithful friends.
You let me bleed the pain away without any type of judgement.
You let me go numb and forget these feelings.
You let me purge the pain, confusion, spite, loneliness, and everything in between...
Always a breath of fresh air at the end of every line.
Always a silver lining at the end of every page.
Thank you my two and only faithful friends.
Wonderful allegory here..........
referring to your two dear friends that being pen and paper....My first read through I didn't associate until I read the title again. Hey some days even we poets are a wee tad slow but once I connected the dots I found the poem even better. Keep writing, for poets pain is a tool. It is a way to hammer your way out of the pain. Write out the hurt. Is similar to talking about it aloud to someone else to get it off your chest. I think many poets become poets as a cheap form of personal therapy. One just feels better when they have that outlet of writing out the pain. One day, all that will flow out and then glorious wonderful poems will be in there behind all that pain and they will start to naturally flow out. Take it from a poet who began as a poet to write so to clean up all that mess I felt was inside. It worked beyond my wildest expectations. The joy behind the pain was not even something I ever contemplated it was just a happy after occurrence. Keep writing and you will discover that remarkable gem for yourself too............ I enjoyed reading your work, sincerely, Melissa Lundeen.......