Thursday, December 29, 2011

Kiss the Pain

With her eyes fixated on the heavens,
She waded through tears and blood.
The river of carnage did not deter her hope.
Her smile shown the way through a grim reality
And beauty manifested itself in clandestine corners.
The oxymoron of life is that we cease to suffer
When we rejoice in our tribulations,
Laugh through the pain,
And kiss the eyelids of our enemies.

1 comment:

  1. The end strikes a note of redemption for the speaker, the theme and the whole.