Category: Grief
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Lost wishes
My little dandelion seedYou were my wishAnd for the briefest moment, you came trueBut just as fast as you came, You drifted away on the breeze. My little flower that will never bloomWith tiny hands I will never holdA laugh I never heardSmiles I will never seeCries I will never get to soothe My little…
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The Ruble Knows
It wasn’t a regular storm.It was a hurricane. No slow unraveling, just the crash and howl of wind ripping at the seams of us. The life we built splintered before I could brace for impact. The hush that followed wasn’t silence, it was pressure. Like the air itself forgot how to breathe. My throat lined…
The Art of Holding 