*A dear friend and member of our Church lost her brother on Monday
I see you
And your grief
The tears you
Cry
Don’t make
You weak
Perhaps
They give
You strength.
I see you
And the pain
You hide
Beneath a
Sad smile.
It’s okay
Not to be
Okay
For awhile
Grief isn't
Something
You have
To hide
In the
Shadows.
It’s okay
To feel a
Little broken
A little lost
And confused
It doesn’t lessen
Your strength
If anything
It amplifies
It
As you walk
Through grief.
So cry those tears
If you need to
Ask the questions
Allow yourself
To feel what you
Feel
Because it is
Only then
Healing can
Truly
Begin.
© Michelle R Kidwell
October.20.2021
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
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