That Kind of Wreckage

 

"The best way out is always through."  ~ Rober Frost

Sometimes to stop the fire you have to break down walls

 and other times you must leave some doors closed.

Destruction comes and leaves in different ways,

 like lost sons returning home.

Each one holds a different heartache,

yet the affliction is the same.

It is a painful feeling

when you must watch but cannot fix.

You do not hold the hatchet.

You do not have the power to stop the flames.

One can only pray for healing,

and mercy from that kind of wreckage.

 When the one you love is the soul that cannot run away from the burning building,

but can only go back inside

to save their self.

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I Held Sorrow Like a Saucer

 

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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