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When my thoughts start to race and swirl out of control
I write
Without knowing what the words are
With the hope that I will find
Some peace
Some solace
Some order
In words
I grieve
For those that have left
For those that are left behind
But my heart also aches
For those who live but their hearts have died
For deep bonds that have been broken
For every sister that looks away
For every brother that speaks harshly
For every daughter that sighs
For every son that rolls their eyes
For every mother that cries herself to sleep
For every father that doesn’t come home
I cry
For those who live but their bodies fail
For those who live but their words have left
For those who live but nobody sees
Grief, I am learning, is weird like that
It’s a wave that comes over you
It is all consuming
It taints all memories , feelings , and thoughts
It is a bowl of sadness , regret , love, resignation, hope
Its whisper lingers ….
“Things will never be the same again”

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