to bear sorrow
and yet not speak of it
is hard.
to carry a load alone.
to bend in
the wind without scarf
or coat.
to live in isolation,
without being touched, or
hearing a kind word.
to feel the sting of betrayal
for so long,
and keep silent.
these are holy times.
these are blessings in disguise.
go through this,
fear not,
the sun will rise.
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