Untitled #002

To speak of loss
Such courage and strength
One must have!

The pain constricts the lungs
And stealing one’s breath.
How broken the voice is
As you try to speak
The words one must say

There is the pen,
But the pain unsteadies the hand
and tears blur the page.

Speaking of loss,
Let it be in passing.
One must not lose oneself
In the throes of loss.

Lest one let slips
The time on growth and creation.

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