Fancy pain I call it;
assembled with might
to not break even if it hurts.
Bruised petal it is;
still standing
as it dies.
Broken wings;
of a bird
that still tries to fly.
Steady stream;
of a rolling River
about to burst
through rocks.
A crack;
in a glass
about to shatter
at the slightest touch.
A smile;
of a crying being
that knows to pose.
Susan McMillan
Rhythm In Life 
Beautiful. Simply beautiful.
Stunning x
Thank you Carly 💝
Once again you nail it with the phrase “knows how to pose.”
Thank you Miss Elizabeth 🙏
Thank you for this. We will survive fancy pain too.
I love the photo as well. Is it yours?
Thank you very much Gabe🙏. No the photo is not mine;I found it at pixibay and it matched my thoughts for this piece very well.
Yes it did!
Beautiful. You always write awesome stuff
Wow! My parents, brother and first grandchild walked into heaven, individually, within a 33 month period – Four amazing people who blessed my world and left many happy memories until we say “hello” again. Your words described my grief during that time of saying earthly goodbyes. Just amazing!
I am so sorry for your losses dearest Dorissa. It’s been many seasons since the passing of my mother and I must say I used to have my tears bottled up. I have allowed myself to let them out and find comfort in the one who understands my whys; Christ. Hugs💝