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I Will Not Stop For, Grief

It came to me in the brightest day No...no...tis night, I can not stay I'm a busy unemployed woman Losing all for... ....what was it again ~LOVE~ There were days when my nights were black And nights when I raced to the bed Working with my LOVE on fears Things in life that make one dread ....breathing, again I trudged along, moment by moment Stopping to take in my sorrow Hoping to God, for my LOVE to arrive And keep me the...marrow ...from dying within my bones Light, night,light, night I mustn't let my children see...me...struggle Their little hearts long to believe in MAGIC I can't share...I believe I'm a muggle The ONE THING I am NOT...is a coward I will see this til the bitter end Though I see none walking with me Limited are the hands wanting to lend ...help to the stupid Why did I have to lose Isn't LOVE supposed to make you WIN! WIN! WIN! Favor, flavor, savory riches of your neighbor Houses...lost mine Cars....lost mine Husband....lost mine Kids...lost mine Dignity.....lost mine Name.....lost mine Do ya see it? No....I will not entertain you...I haven't time for you Grief While I'm set on relief ....can't keep up with the losses .....I'm gaining, what, my LOVE A treasure out of this world...............something no one can value but me. Grief has risen to my throat He's choking out my breath My pressed down meals Are resting in my chest Please, I can't take in one more bite My pressing is beginning to fight Forgive me, I need a hole My throat is releasing the flow ....sorrow, anguish, bitterness of soul I press into another hole Finally, letting it flow....out from my River Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018 Note: I'm a verbal processor. Third poem usually does the trick. I'm as surprised as you are. Who knew it was grief, causing me flow issues?

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Date: 3/13/2018 10:38:00 AM
I just realized I messed up the line, "And keep me the...marrow ...from dying within my bones." It should read, "And keep me from the...marrow ....dying within my bones," so that the "marrow" can have two meanings.
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Date: 3/6/2018 6:33:00 PM
Love the stanza the begins "Grief has risen to my throat; "He....." It's like that - it feels like a person that won't let you go on. Good job!
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Trudy Schrader
Date: 3/6/2018 7:17:00 PM
Thank you, and yes, grief feels like an enemy, unwelcome, unbidden...thrust upon the person experiencing loss. Seems like a double whammy to me.

Book: Shattered Sighs