Bittersweet

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I use to think bittersweet was just a word.

Just a word said by those who in the past had heard.

One of those things latched on to and kept.

Used to express things no one knew how to say and yet magically fit.

But never meaning or defining or somehow deeply healing internally when said,

yet here I stand corrected with the word bittersweet lingering in my fuzzy and disordered head.

Because these are the times of pain that somehow, someway bring their own form of good,

not even just from optimism on my behalf, though given that road to take, I would.

No, these are the times when you are suppose to and do feel sad,

but the circumstances surrounding you and her and how it all played out leaves you oddly glad instead.

The pain is still there, thudding heavily with each breath.

Kicking the wind from your lungs and squeezing the heart still held within your chest.

But even now you catch your own paused sigh of relief,

and the one word that springs to mind is that life so bittersweet.

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I will be back soon. I promise.

Shut the world out with the closing of my eyes.

The clock ticks on, marking the passing of time.

Yet I worry not for you're here at my side,

and it's the warmth of your hand I feel here, held in mine.

There's something so pure, so subtle it can't be grasped.

Now the clock fades in the background.

Time's only marked by heart beats that pass.

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Something pure touches my soul.
Tears come freely, falling in flow.

Unspeakable power,
too monumental to grasp
has me on bended knee,
pulled back to my past.
Where peace held my hand
and expression illuminated my path.
I surrendered to this place
where doubt fell as shadows vanished.

Letting go of my pain and relinquishing all thought,
I feel my soul set free and the world's burdens forgot.