It is in the darkest hour that
shoulders heave
and tears come
the nerves
become frayed
and a desperate ache
from top to bottom
takes over
when the light
in our lives
has gone out
Bad News
It is in the darkest hour that
shoulders heave
and tears come
the nerves
become frayed
and a desperate ache
from top to bottom
takes over
when the light
in our lives
has gone out
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You connect the physical and mental states so well. Excellent piece!
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Thank you, Reena! Glad you enjoyed it. 🙂
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How well you have described that moment.
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Thanks, Sadje!
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A pleasure.
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🙂
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💕🌹
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❤
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Deeply heart felt, Susi. We got word last night that a friend had passed. And a piece of ourselves has passed, too. This is exactly how it feels…
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Oh no, Dorinda! I’m sorry for your loss! ((hugs))
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Thank you.
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❤
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Hurts to read full of emotions excellent work Susi
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Today has been a day filled with sorrow, not mine but some of my friends who are dealing with several losses. This prompt helped express some of what it makes me feel for them too. Thank you for your kind words, Marisela. ❤
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Sending love to you all
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I appreciate that!
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Nice take on the prompt! ❤
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Thank you, Deborah! ❤
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