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Outstanding depiction, Rommy! The shard imagery is right on.
Thank you, Debra!
Wow! That might be the best poem about grief I ever read.
I am deeply honored by that comment. Thanks!
I'm with Debra. This is so very vivid. I particularly like (or understand) that terribly ever-present shard, even when we think it's dulling... it comes up and sticks us (again).
You'd think the damn things would get less pointy right away but noooooooooooooooooooo
Keanu Reeves once said that grief changes shape but it never leaves. I agree with that assessment.Tomorrow is the 11th anniversary of my father's passing.
*hugs* I hope that you have a way to be gentle to yourself on that day.
Piercing depiction, Rommy. Grief spans years, reshaping itself with each appearance. It is a sneaky assassin.
Super sneaky. There I am enjoying a perfectly lovely moment and BAM!
Right... just when you think it's over it's starts all over again. A thousand little papercuts that is grief. Each a different kind of sting.
This perfectly describes how I was dealt with recently. The assassin visits me often and I still pay the price.
i like how you compared grief to an assassin. it attacks when you think it is over, and leaves you in a mess again.this is a great write!