We lost some strength we can’t replace.
The soul was bared, in places unprepared.
Fate slipped across our wrists.
Eternity flashed across our eyes.
But no demise.
Those feelings won’t ever fade.
Memories now scorched into us.
Illuminating our real selves.
I saw what I wanted to change.
And where to now?
What siren call, or ocean tide beckons.
Nothing here wants to remain.
Yet we cannot leave just yet.
Until the broken is repaired.
And the sacred is shared.
We must climb in place.
Plastering the walls with pretty views.
Painting our souls spiritual hues.
Ones that glow a beauty from within.
Showing us fragile and divine.
Folded out of angelic paper wings.
A product once more of god’s design.
Havoc and Consequence 
Tears 😢
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I lost my child 😌
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That is very painful, a weight of grief that must seem unmoveable. I’m sorry for the pain and heaviness with that. Fate sometimes never hold answers, it hurries through us like a storm, leaving behind such wreckage. I hope this piece wasn’t too difficult for you.
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We are all, haunted, by those, past memories of things we once had, or, never had the chance to, behold, and, that locks us in, prevents us, from, moving on, with, our, lives.
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