The Aftermath- a poem
By Tony DeLorger © 2012
Inordinately resistant to the betrayed reasoning of heart,
many remain hidden in the shadows of life,
having tasted the sharp and noxious sting,
of faded love and the hurt and open wounds of the aftermath.
In no other state do we suffer so completely,
so deeply than in the passing of love,
the door firmly closed in the wake of pain,
and the isolation caused from a soul torn.
No reasoning, nor perspective gained can arise in this domain,
just the outpouring of a crushed soul, lingering,
immersed in the loss of our finest moments,
the epitome of joy in life's expression.
Love so completely imbibes us,
becomes our waking moments and purpose in life,
drawing out our greatest potentials,
and destinations hardly dreamed let alone achieved.
When this our finest hour turns to dust,
what then becomes of us, in our loss and segregation,
when all our dreams crumble within the void of failure,
the dark and empty recesses of our fears.
What happens is the healing of a soul in growth,
the transformation of an ego in waiting,
a life soon to be renewed and re-evaluated,
to find the path that was first meant in this journey of life.
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