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Whispering winds call
Bittersweet sadness, consumes
We will meet again
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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The Weight of it all
The weight doesn’t arrive like a burden. It arrives like a verdict. There is no warning, no shift in atmosphere, no moment to prepare. One breath I am sinking, the next I am pinned — held down by something I can’t see, can’t name, can’t negotiate with. The ground doesn’t just catch me. It claims me.
By Elisa Wontorcik6 days ago in Poets
Comments (8)
The very sense & meaning of "Auf wiedersehen."
In a way angels speaking to us.
This was so deep and relatable! I loved it!
Emily Dickinson would be proud of you with your conciseness and depth. Well done!
The last line is the most important. Beautifully written and I hope strength finds you.
Aw. That is beautiful. 🤗
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Freeze time!