sometimes it feels nice
to think of you
like the bear hugs
you always did best
and sometimes
it hurts to hear your name
and see your smiling face
and sparkling eyes
in my mind
and it feels like a knife
buried deep in my chest
and every time
someone mentions you
it’s being twisted
and I forget how to breathe
because for a moment
it’s like we just lost you
all over again
and once was enough
to send me crumbling
to pieces
I don’t think I could survive
that again
m.p.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
