The sunrise held my grief. I lie awake the whole night with a temporary peace, and in the in-between of night and day, as the snow ridden sky turns from black to grey, my loss no longer belongs solely to me. Although in pain, partially free as the earth has so much to say. And in the in-between of the dawn display, it whispers "stay another day."
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Quiver
Poetrya place where I've written my feelings when I felt them. it has become a story of depression and recovery, love and loss, hope and fear, and everything in-between. mostly poetry, sometimes stories. :)
