Whole
When I take on feelings of loss and fear,
I find it hard to make them disappear.
Through the haze of a clouded mind,
comes a light that I know is not mine.
It warms my heart with a love so bold,
only a fool would see it as cold.
When I open my eyes to this valiant soul,
I see only you, my love.
You make me whole.
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I love the simplicity and
I love the simplicity and depth of this! Nice write!
~Joy~
MilkThistle,
Joy is different than happiness, it is becoming whole in the midst of loss and fear. This poem is moving, simple, and authentic; beautiful thoughts.
Warm regards,
Kathy Paysen
Excellent
Wonderful poem...straightforward and powerful, as is real love.