Sometimes as wide as a river which has burst its banks,
Spilling out to engulf everything we touch,
Until it is sodden.
At others like an arrow, directed specifically to wound,
And pierce a heart which we thought was protected,
Yet it is not.
We can swim to shore,
Or visit the infirmary to heal the wound,
But we cannot endure on our own.
For this sadness penetrates our soul, and the eternal soulmate,
Who dwells within.