Most of the time I can keep it together
And then there are moments like this where the pain creeps in from being so stuffed away
Go away I cry
But it lingers and I stop to leer at it and ask it what it wants from me
It is silent
So, then I must decide what to do with it. Should I hit it? Stuff it back? Cry? Laugh? What???
I go to shake it until it hurts as I do
But it is lifeless and limp, so I just throw it down again
Is it part of me? I wonder
Or is it just compilations of angry words and broken promises?
It is ugly and I don't want it
Go away, I cry
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Shirley Belk
Mother, Nana, Sister, Cousin, & Aunt who recently retired. RN (Nursing Instructor) who loves to write stories to heal herself and reflect on all the silver linings she has been blessed with :)
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You express yourself like a small child in simple words, and in a beautiful way. Heartful and well written.
Very touching words.