Today the prompts don’t work and nothing comes to mind.
No ideas new – or old – appear to keep me company.
For once I threw the towel in and moved on with my day.
With shopping cart and list in hand I sought to jar the muse
With a pedestrian task. At least I’ll now have bread.
As I walked past the empty lot beside my home
A sudden kinship with it sprang to mind and heart.
This week two years ago was when I said goodbye
To what I’d built, life I lived, dream that was still-born.
Of course, I thought. Old-buried grief has come to call today.
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Beautiful vivachange. Grief felt by your side through your words.
Thanks, Cyril. Getting the words out is healing.
Shoo old grief, be gone for Viv.
Thanks, Meredith.
There are times when i feel a visit to griefs in my past may serve to heal a present moment. I need to discard some of the luggage I have carried for years because I continue to grieve. Thank you for sharing.
I hope you will let go of some of your baggage. Grieving helps I think.