Bright

December 7, 2008

Pains
Aching
In my back
Spreading downward
To swollen ankles
To my more swollen feet
Pervading body and mind
Smothering the hope of my heart
Stealing the peace on my quiet soul
Until I look outside the bright window
And watch as the grand pine tree dances
With the constantly blowing wind
And the rays of the bright sun
On this bright day of hope
Flowing around me
Changing my thoughts
From my pain
Healing
Peace

Type: Poetry

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