A Way Out
November 3, 2015 0 comments Article Poetry
Heartache pierces the heart
Like a fisherman’s hook.
Drawing itself out
The same way it comes in.
In the quiet moments,
Solitude whispers secrets
Promising singular fidelity.
Tightening the noose with silken cord
As she croons and combs your hair.
Following the golden thread,
Sadness holds your hand
Listening ever carefully to her siren song,
Promising everything will be allÂ ok.
Close your eyes, now.
Shhh, don’t listen.
For Hope stands right around the corner.
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