“All human life has its seasons, and no one’s personal chaos can be permanent: winter, after all does not last forever does it? There is summer, too, and spring, and though sometimes when branches stay dark and the earth cracks with ice, one thinks they will never come, that spring, that summer, but they do, and always." T.Capote
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A Trail of Tears By Joy Strickland
They say that He never sleeps And He never slumbers But surely on that day In that moment Without warning God blinked But it would be hours before I knew And when first I heard My lungs were shocked into numbness It seemed like an eternity Before my breath would come And when it did emerge It lurched and leaned and swayed as if Trying to avoid a head-on collision With this new reality And now when I view my reflection I am surprised to find no disfigurement Confident as I am that some tangible part of me Has been torn away And scornfully cast to the wind What else could cause such pain? My spirit, ravaged by this private holocaust Still searches the night For illusive Reason But finds only an unfaltering Trail of Tears
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Joy Strickland is CEO of Mothers Against Teen Violence, Inc. (www.matvinc.org) She is also a certified wellness coach (coachjoy.wordpress.com)