There are times
There are times the rain
is so heavy, and the cloud so
thick I can hardly see.
There are times the dark
is so choking I can hardly
breathe.
There are times the words
are strangled in my throat.
There are times the pain
grips throughout, and I
am completely at its mercy.
And there are times when it’s
much worse than that…
I love this poem…it struck a chord instantly. I wondered why and then I remembered I’ve known this, but I had forgotten.
That’s a killer punch at the end! 👏👏👏 great work Paul 🙌✨
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Thank you Sam. I love that you call it a “killer punch”. That’s the way it is. That’s the peril. Thank you
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