Rescue mission …


My soul” …

Pretty Words driven by a hurricane

Carried me from the hiding place

on the rooftop of my pain

I guess its time to feel it on the face

the tiny slamming hands of the rain

But it still felt redeeming

being saved again ..



Posted on September 10, 2012, in Poems and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 6 Comments.

  1. absolutely beautiful 🙂 thank you

  2. Wonderful poetry Tarek… sometimes it just takes “those pretty words” delivered by the winds of a hurricane … to help us face what we may otherwise hide from. And then facing that pain often renders it less powerful… to be rescued this way – quite a lovely thing sweet friend ~ Warm wishes ~ RL;)

    • Only champions of Pain like you who can derive love from pain , and find it in themself to keep the pain and pass love over …

      • Hmmm…Not feeling like much of a champion these days, and very ready to discharge the pain — but maybe the gift lies in being able to feel all of life more fully…and to appreciate the love and the beauty in my world that remains, despite the challenges. And then there is hope – gotta keep working on that too my dear friend ~ xo

  3. No doubt Robyn you are “the Champion of pain ” .. You stay on top your pain volcano and your eruptions are just artful love to all of your friends and followers …

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