(Originally Written March 3, 2008 in the Journal)
Pain is like the grains of sand,
It is immeasurable and seemingly endless.
Life is like walking along the shore,
A vast barrier after the ocean blocks you
And you must continue to drudge through the soul.
But every now and then you happen upon a lost coin
Or some other treasure.
This is joy and it sustains you.
It makes the sand bearable.
I sit now though, wondering if the treasure is worth the sand?
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