Can’t recreate what’s gone
the past is now the past
Living as behind a film
a dull and tasteless dream.
Color then so vibrant
feeling then so bright
everything I did then
I seemed to do for you
those days before the night.
Those things you wore
they’re artifacts now
your face a history book
I never thought you’d look
so hard for me to look.
No gain to lose my mind
I’m tempted and inclined
’cause everything I do
is done now without you
No, it can’t be true.
Not enough years
will bring you here
can’t put life back into life
life so full of pain
bending, slightly breaking.
Still, we carry on
just carry on
I hope to see you once again
just waiting for the end.
~FS
Prayerful Life 
So raw and real, making your poem also a little hard to look at. I appreciate your willingness to face the realities of life Francis, endeavoring to endure the suffering (for the joy set before you?).
I also am awed by the depth of your connection, your love.
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Thanks Lori! I suppose enduring the suffering is just the better option really, since everything else compounds the problem. Avoiding it, or distracting from it, or medicating it doesn’t actually help I don’t think, but then just adds more misery and dysfunction over the top of the original pain.
Bearing the pain, like you allude to, can have a joyfulness intertwined with it sometimes. Bearing the pain is certainly what Christ teaches us and models for us.
Thank you! I am especially gratified when my sisters respond, that extra special blood connection! Thank you.
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