i have a friend who went to Hell-
left his wife,his job,car,cocaine as well
left all his physical possessions in the hands of those
who judged him weak and loathed him
From Trough of Despond to Black Despair
through The Dark Night Of The Soul
he sweated his past out,and wrote a most beauteous song
Its melody was release/its meaning lyric
He could not have written it had he not suffered as he did
Now is he new wed,with music as a mistress
He sings and opens mikes for anyone interested
He shares his life and what he has with anyone who listens
He is no Ezra Pound nor T S Eliot
He is living,calm,content,serene,
Must one suffer for the right to love?
Or is doubt the critical enabler/our Doubting Thomas distance
that makes romance-even out of broken bones in wilderness?
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