My world is like a grain of sand
upon the shores of time, changing,
ever-changing, and then washed
out into the sea of life. Infinity is
in my soul, eternity floats upon
the clouds of heavenly moments.
My hours caged, my spirit
angered at the thoughts of those
who has walked away from my
gate? My feet have left their mark
upon the sands of time, waves of
tears have splashed upon the
the rocky cliff that bears scars of
what I have lost, and my mind
wanders the caverns of the past.
A mother’s grief screams into the
endless nights leaving scars upon
a heart that is already torn and
ragged. Words of doubt have
poisoned my faith, the days are
winding down, and I was born to mourn.
©2022.elizabethannjohnsonmurphree
The Last Chapter 
Such grief
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Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.
We are all born to mourn – can I get an amen – taking any comfort we can find. Bless your heart, my friend.
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