I want to scream, and scream . And scream some more.
I want to grab those flowers, rip them petal by petal
crush them under my heel
order them to leave and never return
But I cannot. I dare not.
For all my crushing and ripping
has released the sticky-sweet aroma that death brings
the memory of wizened old aunts and grandparents
linger in the ancient air…..exposed in all its fragility.
Woe, o Woe, how can it be so young to choose
eternity.
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Thank you.❤️
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This draws tears with the raw emotion it evokes.
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I didn’t want to like this post without commenting on it, because liking alone, in a situation like this, feels wrong. I won’t sit here and pretend I have the faintest comprehension of the anguish you are going through. All I can say is you are not alone, even when it feels like everything around you has turned to emptiness. Thank you for sharing all of this with us, and I hope it helps you even the merest bit.
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It is a most painful journey. Thank you for your compassion. Blessings
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