A Grieving Heart
Strolling through the forest,
Pushing through thorns,
Slowly making progress,
Stepped on a trap,
Caught in a rope net,
Dragged into the darkness,
Not much can be seen.
Yet familiar.
The uncertainty all around,
The memories come back,
No good ones,
Now I am stuck,
Pick myself up,
And will begin again.
This poem is about:
Me
My family
Our world
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