No more than fringe,
dangling in the aftermath,
waiting to unravel,
too numb to tighten bonds.
Despondent.
Will you take my hand,
offer compassion,
listen with me
to the discordant silence,
be my faith?
(Written for Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt: fringe)
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Interesting photographic blending of two figures dear to you that bring memories of grief. Your words tell more than I understand.
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Thanks Olga. Many layers
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It is a normal process of grief yet difficult to endure.
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Yes.
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Deeply moving, leaves me quiet.
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Thank you.
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Most welcome.
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a heartfelt request to be held tenderly when in sorrow
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Exactly.
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Haunting and accurate. This is exactly the way grief feels (to me). You nailed it! Good write!
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Thank you…I suppose it is a natural part of life.
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I suppose.
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