Love is Strong

Sudden realization
and terrors of the night.
Hold on to the rock,
solid and smooth in your hand,
let it weight you to the ground.

Is this the beginning of the end,
or is it beginning again?
Pondering possibillites and dreaming of what might be.

Love is stronger than I realized,
so is pain.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018

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