From within a framework

Of roiling indigo clouds

Emerged a triumphant golden


Things change

People do not always become

Who we had hoped

They would become

Answered prayers

Often produce inner turmoil

Rather than contentment

And unfortunately, truthfully

Pain always accelerates

Inner growth

When we allow

Ourselves to hurt

Without bitterness

Or regrets

But with the promise

Of more than survival



©2005 John Montin

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