When you’re old
Wounds from the past you thought were healed gape open and ooze out [the serum of] harm previously inflicted
The pain is deep and personal and a past memory becomes current and present
The exponential hurt of a heart break
When you’re old
Doesn’t feel good
You thought you knew better
You feel like such a fool
(I’m too old for this crap)
Embarrassment of another failed flight
The exponential hurt of a heart break
When you’re old
Time stands still to allow a minute to lick your wounds
A kind supportive word friend helps a little to remind you that you are loved.
Embrace the warm-felt intention
The exponential hurt of a heart break
When you’re old
This too shall pass
And you know that’s your truth.
Written January 5, 2015
12:44 AM
By Sanatra
