Silence by MwsR
Is there such a thing as peace?
Will this burden ever release ?
So many things cannot be undone
Like looking at the “mountain” wanting to run.
Things that used to mean something are being replaced
Even the smile that was carried around on the face.
Sometimes hurt can overwhelm us
It can make a prisoner and create a stirring fuss.
It can take away our light and our joy
Things that used to bring something suddenly don’t anymore.
When a person’s heart has been hurt and created a scar
IT is always there even when it doesn’t hurt so bad, and never far.
As if silence could be still a heart
Then time would join its hand
Nothing could wound us
Nothing would reside …
Try to find some silence for your heart
It will not diminish the pain, but it’s a start.
Help yourself, be kind to you
You don’t come with a blueprint in blue.
Peace is not always attainable
Burdens can be many and manageable.
Silence might simply be closure…
Closure to whatever creates a burden or more.
Mws R Writings 
Thank you
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Wonderful draw to the contemplative
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Thank you!
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Those lines, the scar is always there, so often misunderstood. Abuse may not end with some sort of justice in court rooms, the damage is there for life. We can cover the scars with cloth but they are still there underneath, if you an help heal a heart then you should. That healing can be just showing you respect space and a desire for peace until someone asks for more. A lovely poem, thank you for sharing 🙂
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