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I clung to moments of feeling weak

Half of me was living in disbelief  

I fought back against all my fears

Poured my heart out in my prayers

Until the tolling of time was done

November was our hardest month

And that cold chill is still with me

I still hear that eerie morning light

Dancing off dark edge of darkness

I would’ve sworn there was frost

But I was too blinded to even see

My heart broke repeatedly- again  

How could’ve- someone so beloved

Be taken away from us…or love?  


Poet of the Light © 2022

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