Sunday, January 9, 2022

#89

 I just need the space, the time to cry

until I can weep no more

but it feels the tears refuse to dry

and well eternally, a spring inside.


Sometime soon, in that brighter timeline,

we welcome another little Loved One

into the family of those who breathe.


And sometime soon, in this reality, instead

I reconcile the grief prevailing

with love.

Love I once knew to be unfailing.

Love I cling to in darkness, still

waiting for dawn to breathe anew.

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