a heart bears sorrow which sorrow knows nothing of
can we find the strength and allow ourselves to let go?
as scent of dolor and rue lie embedded unto letters old
can we find the courage to desist though origin be bold
as spirit chaste is cleansed by propulsion of tears
can we cope as life progresses over span of bygone years
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
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