Category: Pain
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Ten Years Of Grief
I pause at the doorway, my eyes lingering on the monthly planner. The kids have been crossing out days religiously since the beginning of the month to Thanksgiving. My eyes however, have been on a different date. The funk has been closing in on me like an ominous bubble. Sometimes they are visceral, sometimes they…
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On the brink
Down and out is how I feel When all of future resembles the current day I can feel sadness welling inside me Like a wave ready to crash Yet I blink and carry on For there is no reason I should be sad