The Brag that I Am (Alive)

poem by: Beth Hughes
Written on Jun 19, 2015

Too much love to give
Means too much love to hide
And too much self approval
Means too much indulgence and strife

Too much water given
And the water is turned to wine
Too much sharing present
And it is never thine

But ever mine ever ours
Excess of April Showers
Brings only floods in May
And Draught in June.

You, lift up thy face to the Hoary head
And stop. And wait. How long?
Until you realise that pain is seldom evil
As it forces one to acknowledge
The beating of their own heart

 

Tags: happy, deep, pain, fear, wishful,

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K Alexander commented:
Beautiful
Christopher Russon commented:
Very good poem.

 

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