You tryto find waysto cope.
Oh, spread the fragrance of delightand welcome the invasion of the morningexcept I’m a…
I lay awakelistening to my husband’slabored breathing,his thoughts drifting awayleaving behind an empty minda…
Cut slice dice clinkThe bruises I suffer on my skinAre forever. They cross closeTo tell the tragic taleOf…
What had to break was broken.
On days when grief becomes a lump, At the base of your throat,Refusing to get dislodged,Stuck, neither moving up nor down, And…
We’re either sinkinginto the pastor soaring towards the future,forever incapableof standing stillin the present…