I?ve the gift of tears
the cleansing gift
that wastes my fears
Washes my sadness
Keeps my soul new
And free of the tears
Imprisoning you...
The hurt can be huge
But if you are not dead
Stand up to the hurt
Feel your pain
Then bask in the lightness
That follows the rain...
copyright 1998-2007 barbara bales all rights reserved
poems.........- The last refuge of the malcontent.
