When the world is tumultous
and emotions collide,pain
becomes pleasure
pain
becomes a craving
pain
becomes a need I must feed.
Dizzy with doubt
miscommunication abounds,
pain
becomes my focus
pain
becomes my control
pain
becomes my escape.
I'm lost in this world
casting about for an anchor,
My anchor,
he frees me,
through the pain,
I attain pleasure,
through the pain,
I achieve freemdom,
from the pain.
Lovely poem Faerie. Read Part II of your interview today.
ReplyDeletePL: check last line of poem
Oh yes--lovely.
ReplyDeleteLovely poem Faerie!
ReplyDeleteHoly moley Faerie! This is beautiful - just beautiful.
ReplyDeleteMimi x
Yes, lovely poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLove,
Ronnie
xx
Excellent poem. I enjoyed your interview with Spanky.
ReplyDeleteHug,
joey
Just wonderful.
ReplyDeleteHugs, Julia
So beautiful, faerie!
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aisha
i agree with all the ladies - that was simply lovely!
ReplyDeleteDitto here too...especially the last 3 lines!
ReplyDeletehugs abby
Thanks for sharing that poem. How wonderful that you get pleasure and freedom from the pain.
ReplyDeleteFD
I understand completely! I hope you are doing well.
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