A Grieving Heart

by sam.gorelik.94

June 28, 2016

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.

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sam.gorelik.94Jun 28, 2016

<p>Everyone has had to go through times when a family member or themselves have a serious disease they have to deal with. As Kelly Clarkson once said, "You can't break a heart that was never whole to begin with."</p>