Tearing

One good thing

Would come of it,

Even if it couldn’t

Be seen very clearly.

The pain had past,

Thought some lingered,

It posed no threat

And caused little harm.

Although both eyes

And heart were tearing,

It was to make a way

Out of past displeasure.

When being rescued

From almost drowning

In self pity and regret

May have hurt, but did help.

To the point where

The reward for such valor,

In that hardwon battle

Is at least one good thing.

Ria 2016

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