September 26, 2011
By Drpepperey BRONZE, Wickenburg, Arizona
Drpepperey BRONZE, Wickenburg, Arizona
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Open wound, open wound,
I promise you'll be healed soon

With all the pain and all the gloom
Comes slow healing and flowers bloom

The suffering is the price you pay
When all you want is a better day

The best cannot be known
Unless the worst is overthrown

So look into the future and away from the past
And there you'll find your happiness at last

The author's comments:
This poem is about how internal or external healing comes soon and how you cannot know the best in life if you've not suffered the worst, or there would be nothing to compare it to.

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