Grief
Grief is a splinter of love, left behind. Sometimes you wouldn’t think you had a splinter. Other times — a wrong move, a familiar smell, a piece of mail —and that splinter suddenly feels like a painful tree, obscuring the light that used to live in your soul.
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2023
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