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How do I move past this ache in my stomach?

How do I get over the lumps in my throat?

How can I possibly make this soul pain easier to bear?

Sometimes my appetite escapes me,

Sometimes I long for reconciliation,

More than I look forward to another sunrise.

I ask myself when the tide will change for me?

When will the sun come up?

When will that great divide be swallowed into the abyss of love and forgiveness?

My love is endearing through the resentment,

Through the indifference,

Through the rejection and,

Through the disrespect.

I can last and make it.

My love will be the balm that heals,

It is the balm from the great physician who guides me second by second,

As I climb from temporary despair to the place of eternal hope, peace and love.