Anguish and loss
cross lovers paths.
No dearth of pain,
or shattered souls.
Scale mountain heights,
descend Valleys deep.
Traumatic moments
never cease.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
cross lovers paths.
No dearth of pain,
or shattered souls.
Scale mountain heights,
descend Valleys deep.
Traumatic moments
never cease.
Written by,
Shelby I. Courtland
© 2013 Shelby I. Courtland
I just wanted to say how much I liked this poem. I’ve been through the valley, myself. I will never forget my time there. May your wounds and your words bring healing to others that you touch, Shelby. Peace to you.
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Thanks Jeff! This comes from trying to leave the baggage of a failed marriage behind so that I can know that I have moved on and can give someone special all that he wants to give to me.
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My first marriage crashed and burned but if it hadn’t I wouldn’t be with the woman I am now. I had custody of two young kids when we met and she still stuck around. Hope things work out for you.
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Well, they say that “everything happens for a reason.” I am beginning to understand what that means because it seems that I don’t understand at the time why something happened and yet, when it leads to something else, I look back and consider that if not for this happening, I would not be here or I would never have known something so much more special.
I’m probably not making much sense, but I get your meaning.
So glad to know that things worked out for the better! Stay strong!
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A lovely and sad piece, best wishes Shelby.
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Thank you Shainbird. I’m just attempting to leave the past in the past and not concentrate on what’s done as it’s done.
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