Grief jumbles up my soul inspiring me to cull out all behavior that exists for others and does not serve my heart.
The ache of my mother’s death echoes this new loss of love.
Strings of hurts entwine like a knotted necklace.
Without patience, I try to fling the hurts away.
I will not be who I am not.
Life demands my happiness.
even when I throb within the void acknowledging the hole left behind
even when I sob within the void
even when I …
Time marches onward making the void bigger and smaller.
I am lucky, love is beside me always.
With love I am able to conquer fear.
With love I am able to soothe my soul.
With love, I will find what I need.
and I miss those who came and had to leave
Copyright 2016 Heather L. Corwin, Ph.D.