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"The heart can ache like no other muscle."
by W. Mahlon PurdinThe heart can ache like no other muscle.
The pain is startling and agonizingly deep.
It reaches past our bodies into our souls
And stays there thrashing around, relentless
In its power.
Like an internal hurricane feeding off
The hot waters of our discontent
It storms into everything and blackens
Our horizon with only more and more
Dark imaginings.
There is no cure.
But
There
Is
Hope. 08/08/2005 Posted on 11/22/2011
Copyright © 2026 W. Mahlon Purdin
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Meghan Helmich on 11/22/11 at 01:46 PM Thank you for this. I needed to hear it. |
| Posted by Mo Couts on 11/22/11 at 04:02 PM On a day like today, this was a perfect choice of words; Bravo! |
| Posted by Jody Pratt on 11/22/11 at 09:27 PM Great positive message at the end. :) |
| Posted by Shannon McEwen on 11/23/11 at 05:52 AM I really identify with this, the worst pain I've felt is this and when it's happening the hope is hard to find but it's there. Love this. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/24/11 at 03:40 PM So they say.
Heh.
Fantastic write. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/26/11 at 08:14 PM Much truth and wisdom here. The title says it all, and easily draws us fellow lost lovers into the extended message of the poem. |
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