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Grief will find you as it does
and it won't bring you flowers
Birds will fly and bees will buzz
in lost moments and untold hours
The sky turned the color
of my bad decisions
Is it any wonder that our
Hearts become prisons
In grief, love remains
Not all gardens grow flowers
Some grow using pain others using power
Whatever it produces, it always provides
Hang in there and remember
I'll see you on the other side
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Comments (10)
Not all gardens grow flowers Some grow using pain others using power Truth in these words. Great poem, Kelli
One never knows for sure, but this is a good way to look at these various ideas. Good job.
Gorgeous piece. Well done, my friend.
Well-wrought! It always delights me when I see a tree growing tall through the roof of some old ruin, for I know that where that house is no longer a home, creatures great and small will still get much use of the tree! So I like to believe of the legacy I pass on to my own from the ruin of my own life! Ha!
Stunning, Kelli 🥹🫶
I typically just tell people that I'm growing a dandelion, crabgrass, wildflower weed garden--whether it's in the soil outside or the stones of my heart.
“In grief, love remains“ True. And it’s so painful.
This was excellent! The idea of the heart holding love and grief and becoming a prison… I love the imagery of that. Feels so true and so real!
Well written
Hauntingly beautiful