DRIVEN TO THE WIND

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JOURNAL # 41

so much love in this world
gets killed
If I sit and really think
I can remember
so many relationships of my own
that abandoned ship
leaving me holding little more
than each their memories
enduring the stark reality of
lessons learned
the soul completes the tests
it is issued
yet it's the heart that is the
shock absorber that consumes
the subsequent blow back
physical ailment deferring
to spiritual growth
perhaps
that is what grandma meant
with her forever telling me
don't hide your light under a bushel
such thoughts are so very hard now
to fully sort out..............
(Jan. 26, 2015 218am)
 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Earlier I got to thinking about all the love in my own life that slowly was killed until it was no more. This poem gradually evolved from those thoughts.

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