from crying intensely of pain.
Too many storms have passed,
and still a heavy heart is existent.
The crosses are like a boulder
on my back, increasing weight,
as I climb up the mountain top.
The pain is so much to bear,
but silence comes with patience
to withstand it all.
Should a rainbow appear,
will I find my inner peace
with that pot of gold in the end?
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