The Stain
Sometimes the stark reality of pain
against the subtle background of an ordinary life
cuts like a knife into the soul.
Scarlet hue
upon the blue-
too sharp!
Needing the dark storm to roll
and thunder clap as
lightening cuts jagged holes
across the heart,
Letting loose torrential rain,
such sorrow unleashed, released
and
washing clean this
human stain.
Cheryl KP
2017 Copyright
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Oh wow this is powerfully expressed! How I can relate and know the pain of which you write. The image is perfect for your words. Great post! 💖
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Hi and thank you Amy. It is a universal experience we can all relate to. So glad you enjoyed it.
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