Hurting Poem

Lost love and change can all be times of great sorrow. For a writer, though, these can be the times of greatest growth. The words that come through a soul in the depths of pain are those that cannot be explained by some. That is the work of a writer. The feelings put onto paper in the "wake of the midnight hour," are universal. I am healed every day a little more when I find others who understand the meaning of these very words in their lives.

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Vagabond Soul

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Published by Family Friend Poems August 2008 with permission of the author.

In the wake of the midnight hour
Left without the power
Of a hope or prayer
Somewhere out there is my love...
Through the shadows of every corner
Lies the promise of tomorrow
Whether happy or alone
Hearts that travel through the valleys
Of past and present
Will never know just how to win
Take me somewhere into the roses
Where all that grows is fresh and new
Leave me only
When the day has started
And I can find another you

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