Healing© Poem by Roann Mendriq

Sitting curled up by my window,
Watching raindrip cleanse the pane;
As the waves lash on the seashore,
My troubles start to slowly wane.
Who cares for words that wound and sting?
Healing fades the deepest scar;
They do not mean a single thing,
Rise above like a lone star.
Harsh words falling on deaf ears,
Will help me smile, survive;
No need for heartache and for tears,
Will let my spirit thrive, alive.
And when the words are not received,
I know that I have truly believed.
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