Learning Pains

Learning Pains

A Poem by Hope
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From our pains we learn valuable lessons that should be passed on to our children. Writing this poem could only have happened when I allowed myself to listen "with my open ear."

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Can I think of things to say
   not breathe and hyperventilate?
How can captured thoughts wring rot
   sinking deeper yet within?
Living on without a thought
   moves my sinking heart by naught.
Thinking hard, a cold sore's wound; 
   praying soft, a soldier's tune.

Standing, thinking, breathing soon -
   listen first but not this room.
Move to where you once could see
   the sunrise clearly teeming seas.

Never moving toward the sound 
   will harbor deep's Profound.

Listen closely to this page:
   read me clearly with your age.
Interpret not these thinks by ink,
   but with great knowledge
                                       ...please think.

Can you see this ink right here?
   It first started
             with my open ear.

© 2016 Hope


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My name is Hope. Music and poetry have been my life since before I can remember. I can't tell you who I am, but I can only show you. What I can tell you is who I believe in. I believe that Jesus .. more..

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