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Sunday, 23 October 2011

the pain of today



if life is for learning
where lies the lesson
do we truly search for the point of truth
will our eyes seek a far horizon
for questions without answers
why must we chose between
the powerful touch of a man
the tender touch of a woman
we are born innocent and lacking guile
we believe happiness to be our right
will we ever learn
how to deal with a heart
which won't give up hope
wondering why some loves
hold us so tight
that we can hardly breathe
why we allow ourselves to stay
when we have the wisdom
but not the courage
to walk away from the dark
why the ties of an undying love
long since betrayed and betraying
hold us still with the rough passion
of a relentless undertow
tumbling us gasping and helpless
as if at peace in our lack of power
is there a fascination to be found
in the inevitability of failure
is there strength to be found in loss
do we fear tomorrow's joy
more than the pain of today

Copyright © 2011 by Eryll Oellermann

3 comments:

Solo said...

Welcome back, my dear Friend. I've missed you!
It frightens me how you seem to write something that perfectly personifies my own emotion at that moment. Natalie was very cruel to me yesterday, and yet I can't understand why I don't hate her.
Do I fear the joy of tomorrow more than the pain of today?
I promise you, if I have to stowaway on a freighter, I will meet you one day. I believe we are kindred spirits.
Glad that you enjoyed your American vacation. You are welcome back anytime!! (But I hope I'm included on your next excursion!)

Solo said...

I realized how completely selfish I am in not acknowledging that you may be in (emotional) pain, too. If this is the case, know that I am here for you. Should you ever want to Skype, look me up by name with a . in between.
Sending you large Texas hugs and much love.

reeflightning said...

my dear solo, please don't chide yourself, i am afraid my pain and suffering is mostly self inflicted and of a somewhat repetetive and monotonous nature.
it bubbles to the surface when encouraged by over generous servings of my favourite tennessee fire water ;-)

the simple fact is - women are delightful, delicious and definitely cruel!
if only we could manage without them.
my heart goes out to you my friend. as we might say back home ... "sterkte!"