Pain

Pain is that felt in the heart
Pain is that taste of tart
Pain is for the weak
Pain is for a freak

Is it hard for one to take a hint? Trying to be as nice as possible. Wondering what more I'll have to take before this pain will end. Trying to find a way to escape. Trying to severe ties and leave them un-bandaged. Held on for something for so long when there was nothing to hold on. Alone and cold in the lonely world, I look around and wonder: "will things ever get better?" On my knees praying that God will heal the wounded and allow happiness to overfill the sadden.

Comfort is for the rested
Comfort is for the nested
Comfort is that sense of peace
Comfort is that pain cease

Must be hard to take that hint repeatedly offered. Done with trying. No longer wondering if it will end, cause knowing you there is no end. Moving forward and going to forget. Revenge is best served cold. I will no longer allow your grip to hold me down. You will not watch any suffering come from this direction. God heals the wounded, all that is needed is a little bit of patience. I will wait for the healing, just away from you.

-Kimberly Elizabeth Aspedon 

Words

Words are poison on the tongue
Spoken by the young
Many lingering on the lips
How many will slip

Rounds of infinite untold expressions
Leaving behind unanswered questions
Waiting to see what will be revealed
Pondering if you will need a shield

Still in the mind 
Where they stay confined
Should they be told
Even if they are cold

Sticks and stones may break bones
And words can be bemoans
Heartbreak and unnecessary pain
Trying to stay sane


- Kimberly Elizabeth Aspedon