Power of imagination by Joiedevivre89
“Hurt people hurt people.” As they say in Recovery.
I held sorrow like a saucer of hot tea
gentle and careful and true.
You flung it far and wide
the pain was sure to fly and spill on me and you!
It is strange how some things fester
and others dart like vultures for the kill.
But no matter how you carry it
it will surely burn as it will spill.
A house can be a true shelter
or it can be the very
storm we should escape,
and like a tree, the heart learns from weathered living
to either bend or surely break.
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