Matters of the heart can be hard, heavy and leave slowly.
Love lingers in disappointment and confusion.
Then softness pervades and dims the sorrow but
embers remain hidden and kindle love’s flame in secret.
Pain seeps through tears and hearts creak, bend, and sometimes break
with the weight of longing for what might have been,
what could have been,
what should have been.
But now, spring mornings bring clarity, and
Evening tears dry and soften with the rising sun.
Time moves, and memories take their place in silence,
leaving sorrow behind to mingle with Autumn’s discarded leaves.
One ending outgrown has become another beginning.
First love that shifted to become a perfect friendship
now lies deep, protected, remembered,
and treasured but left behind in winter’s eternal snow.
New choices have emerged from a season of hope and joy
but not without a lingering touch of sorrow and questions left unanswered.
So many questions, haunting questions, eternal questions, ones with no answers and
those whose answers no longer matter.
I wish I could give you all the answers,
But I have faith in you my beautiful child,
to find your own answers,
ones far better than mine,
in your time,
in your way,
in your heart.
Matters of the heart of preoccupied poets for centuries …to date…none have found answers…enjoyed your verse.
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thank you. I think matters of the heart are the hardest thing for mother’s to deal with while raising their children, fathers too, I’m sure because we can’t fix the problem, only time will heal…
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I feel as if you’re talking about me.
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thanks for reading and or your comment !
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