Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief....

Broken

  I am broken. Sharp, jagged pieces I have tried to smooth, and put back together to form of me that has been lost. My head is filled with thoughts that I do not want that take me to dark...