Beauty from pain

Why is it that such beauty comes from deep aching pain… words pouring from the heart, healing wounds buried within.

Sadness sweeps the body, knees hit the floor….

Hands grasping for comfort… hearts longing for more…

Walking through life looking for something left behind… wondering why am I here, I just don’t belong… who is the person that loved me so? Is this who I seek? and where did they go?

As I look to the words I echoed on this paper in front of me… there is sorrow, longing and every part of me…..

Why is it that such beauty comes from deep aching pain… words pouring from the heart, healing wounds buried within.

Sadness sweeps the body, knees hit the floor….

Hands grasping for comfort… hearts longing for more…

My breath is steady… my eyes lift to the stars… a sence of belonging and friendships a far… I sing this melody and send up the pain, I try to explain…. Does it make sense? Am I the only one… singing to the known of the unknown… what does it mean where does it go…

I will sit here until it makes sence…. No longer on the fence… I will sing and send up my pain for the energy returned is pure beauty sent back to me….