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Now I See

I understand now
why widows
and widowers
let themselves
wither away

crossing the bridge
to choose joy
is a most
treacherous
journey



AP: 1st place 2021
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Ligon Avatar
February 23, 2021 at 8:49 AM
Sometimes it can be comforting to wallow in grief, holding on the memories that can never be grasped. Enjoyed your musings.
Gauthier Avatar
February 23, 2021 at 9:00 AM
Thank you, Juliet ~
Pandit Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 5:39 AM
A touching write, Line. So much you said in just a few words --those memories hurt with every move.
Gauthier Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 9:09 AM
Thank you very much, Vijay ~
Wolf Avatar
February 20, 2021 at 9:04 PM
Your write has 20/20 vision. (Felt the same way after a wrenching divorce back when). Keep crossing this bridge -- and the next one too. It's harder for you (than it was for me). You can look back, and should, of course. And that's far from easy. Me -- I knew I couldn't dare look back, or I would stumble badly. So I didn't. That became my M.O. very quickly. Faith and Strength, Gershon
Gauthier Avatar
February 21, 2021 at 9:09 AM
Thanks, Gershon. Most appreciated ~
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