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By jamesaguiar - Posted on 01 June 2015

when great pain grips the heart
one cannot start
to dissect away
the damaged part
to attempt to live another day
knowing well
that personal hell
is God's gift
to us
leaving us bereft
I trust
of meaningless pain
from which there is no gain.
but the soul that suffers
while aware of the other
exists in the tide which cannot be restrained
the chance for transcendence
sanctified anima Incandescent
to live on a plain
in a moment sustained
of the permeating knowledge
that in that silent agony
is the indolent journey
to the everlasting shores
of nevermore
where one is never broken
and grief left unspoken
in the sacred tide
where we, all, at last abide

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