The Spring

There is a deep hurt
And my inner canyons are reeked with blood
And loss
And sorrow

And crying
Is the only way I can release
Such deep theivery
Pay back such a big
Dept

The only way to be
unbreakable
Is to bend
Like any tree in a storm
Who wants to survive

And so this crying is not weakness
But wisdom
And a deepest strength

And all the old broken places
Will be healed
With water
Like springtime

The hidden river
In me
Will bring life to the valleys

And when they bloom
You will not forget the sight

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