one can't even feel anymore
the finality has come and lingers here like a shadow of death in the heart
so many things unspoken
frail words collapse under the weight
oh the weight, of tragedy and beauty
onlookers see and try to believe, saying they understand
pain is our own however
to believe otherwise is to have never stood where I stand
to have never held what I held
and nothing in me begs to explain...
yes, the pain is our own
and when we start to see God.
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