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 I believe
a heart bears sorrow which sorrow knows nothing of
can we find the strength and allow ourselves to let go?
I breathe
as scent of dolor and rue lie embedded unto letters old
can we find the courage to desist though origin be bold
I yield
as spirit chaste is cleansed by propulsion of tears
can we cope as life progresses over span of bygone years
I smile
as gumption greets beneath blush of tangerine sun
cause nothing’s ever ended but only just begun.

 

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“I closed the box and put it in a closet. There is no real way to deal with everything we lose.”
― Joan Didion, Where I Was From

Posted on ‘Sunday Mini-Challenge’ @ Real Toads

And posted on the Poetry Pantry @ Poets United