Whether by effort or
by natural grace,
you silenced an anxious thought
There is suffering which carves
a place in the heart for need
And there is suffering
which dulls the senses
Sometimes you were stark as a scream,
other times vague as a phantom
An ever-changing mystery,
shifting my emotions
Some things are gained
by losing others too dear to lose,
to one they are best lost to,
in a triumph
of faith undaunted
There is hope, which,
while pure and beautiful,
points helplessly
in the wrong direction
*unknown author*
by natural grace,
you silenced an anxious thought
There is suffering which carves
a place in the heart for need
And there is suffering
which dulls the senses
Sometimes you were stark as a scream,
other times vague as a phantom
An ever-changing mystery,
shifting my emotions
Some things are gained
by losing others too dear to lose,
to one they are best lost to,
in a triumph
of faith undaunted
There is hope, which,
while pure and beautiful,
points helplessly
in the wrong direction
*unknown author*
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^^^ sure thing buttercup. xoxox