<BR>This is a story not rhyming but just simple poetry...<P>The day I pledged my soul, I did not know <BR>the consequence of such words, <BR>for I promised to love and have and hold and he simply looked the other way.<BR>Oh yes, those words he mutteed under stiff breath, but my heart read his and I knew this was the end.<P>Goodbye, dear friend- we were such a pair! Going to restaurants and dining till the moon kissed the sun. We dreamed of future, a place that seemed so out of reach..<BR>I wanted nothing more than your adoration, but even that simple request was a burden for you. Scratching through the past seven years has been an eternity for my soul, which has lived its' life out and now it is time for death.<P>I have searched for this light, the one that will help us find the way, make us happy, set us free-but I search alone. As I want for answers, you hope for peace-and feel this is obtained by silence. <P>And so this is the end of my hope, my spirit, my heart stops now.<P>__________________________________________________________<BR>If you know your spirit has left <BR>and your heart lived too many tests to still beat strong, do you stay and hold memories in your<BR> fist while you look to other times when days weren't so long?<BR>When will I learn<BR>Self-torture isn't a way of life?<BR>My family mutilated my memories<BR>And habit made me choose someone <BR>who could not love a wife.<P>

Carina Dream, I feel sadness. May God comfort you just as you did me early on my posts here. I wish I could give you a big hug. You are a special person. May weeping only endure for a night but joy come in the morning...<P>------------------<BR>Fresh Start

[QUOTE]Originally posted by freshstart:<BR>[B]Carina Dream, <P>OMG the teasr that are rolling after reading that I feel your pain, But pllease let it go give it to GOD. He and he alone can allow to feel whole again<BR><P>------------------<BR>If you are living in the problem then you are not part of the solution!<P>I CAN'T<BR>HE CAN<BR>I THINK I WILL LET HIM

Heartfelt and emotional. Sadly, your pain created such compassionate prose.......!<P>------------------<BR><B>Time heals all wounds as long as you DON'T pick at them!</B>