Upon his departure,
Sadness consumed her and her heart bled.
She thought she was empty,
-Not realizing the turmoil, she shed-
She searched all around her,
For something new her heart could be fed,
But it never arrived.
So, defeated, she climbed into bed.
Cocooned in a mild warmth,
Her sorrows were encouraged instead.
To realize her strength,
That was dormant deep in her soul’s shed.
Submitted to dVerse
a skill weaving of mixed emotions
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Nice last lines. Sleep may be the “soul’s shed”.
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A really great weaving of loss and finding strength in one’s inner shed
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I really like the rhyming in this poem 🙂 Many times, we surprise ourselves by the strength we didn’t know we had buried.
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Oh I love the rhymes here.
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When someone we’ve cared about leaves, shedding sorrow is not easy. I like hoe you express the cocooning to strengthen. Nice write Astrid…
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Strength can too often lie dormant within us. May we, when called upon and when the circumstances require, reach into our beings and find it.
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Sometimes a good nights sleep is the right prescription!
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