Icy contortions clutch hold of the soul
Chilling the marrow of bones
Knawing hungrily on an aching heart
Greedily taking control.
Balled tightly on the couch
Breath refusing to obey
Insides screaming; NO NO NO...
A medicated mind seizing opportunity
Leading the way to sweet reprieve
Reality escaping
Until dawn...
Repeat.
Author notes
My description of the grief I experienced daily, during the first year or so after the murder of my husband.
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Comments
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My heart to yours in the loss of your husband. I too lost my husband, it was eight years ago. I lost my husband, grandma and Mother all in a two week period. I wrote and wrote and wrote. Do not EVER feel bad about writing and sharing your pain. I found it to actually help me alot.
Only those who have grieved the loss of a loved one, knows just how deep grief really goes. Others can only imagine.
I wish you a very gentle healing.
TD
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