Swimming in mud, taking deep breaths as I go.
That's what it feels like.
I want this trip to be over with, but I know it will happen in its own time.
I have all the proper tools at my disposal, helping me along - friends and love,
Pulling me through the heaviness of grief.
Peace
That's what it feels like.
I want this trip to be over with, but I know it will happen in its own time.
I have all the proper tools at my disposal, helping me along - friends and love,
Pulling me through the heaviness of grief.
Peace
14 comments:
A good way to express how you feel, you did well to write this...
This is very well done, Odat.
You have a talent for these Flash Fiction posts.
Very well written Odat. Keep on muddling through as best you can. Cheers!!
Good write! :D
Glad you have the tools.
These are very powerful and poignant words, well written.
To describe what you are going through in 55 words is incredible. You're still in my thoughts and on my Reiki list. x
Wow. You are so very lovable, and cool. Channeling pain into art has got to be one of the top 3 or 4 qualities of which humans are capable.
xoxo!!!
Grief sucks.
Sending lots of love!
Claudia
I hear you. I wrote about grief the same way, just not as well as you have here. But you've described it perfectly.
Don't forget to eat. {{Hug}}
Practice a lot of self-care...spa baths at home, go get a facial, get your hair done, anything that comforts you, do it.
ah....thru mud...
You're doing great, Odat. Keep moving sweetie.
Boy this is beautiful. You have such a talent - it's almost poetry. Have you written a lot of poetry!?
You continue to amaze.
That's a beautiful poem, Odat. Swimming in mud is the perfect metaphor for grief. May the swim get easier as you go.
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