And so I continued to write —
not so much for the words anymore
but to feel the connection
with my soul
at a time when real connection
was precious and rare
and words seemed to fall short.
If I couldn’t be heard
then I would listen.
I would turn frustration into
dedication.
I would take the deep sadness,
and I would hold it —
forever if necessary.
And if this tender ache could be
deepened, I would find a way.
Maybe it would lead to a new outer
reflection,
something a little more sacred
and beautiful.
Most likely, but maybe not.
It was my best shot.
It was one more last try.
One more time
MichelleMarie says on May 6, 2021
I’m feeling this. I love the last past one more time. 💕 I love you! ❤️
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Laurie's Notes says on May 17, 2021
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Laurie's Notes says on June 25, 2021
Hi 🙂
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misifusa says on July 20, 2021
💗💗💗
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