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These days …




These days, so jarring and so harsh,


leave us contorted, face down in the vicious marsh.



These days, so painful and so hard,


slice into our souls, sliver by jagged shard.



These days, so defeating and full of hurt,


fragment the pieces of our being, our heart dragged through the cold wet dirt.



These days when we feel slammed down and kicked around,


these days when not a glimmer of hope is to be found.



These days, when our very own, splinter our days and nights,


these days when the ones we love the most steal our sunshine and shatter all comforting lights.



These days are cruel, every moment seems like an internal duel,


these days that reek, of a deep pain that allows a torrent of tears to stream down each cheek.



These days when all seems lost,


these days when our heart feels mangled and tossed.



These days must pass,

these days must leave,


as all days do,


slipping and fading through life’s sieve.



So that we may smile once more,


as we smiled so many times before.



So that we feel solace envelope us within the cocoon of peace,


when the pain and the hurt, relents,


so that at long last,


these dark times may finally cease …