I started to share this yesterday and changed my mind.
"Sometimes its the things you carry."
I'm making it plural because loss
is a frequent companion in a human life.
Though many of us don't let them register,
they leave their mark and take their toll.
I love "the sun comes from nowhere,
cuts holes in the darkness and breaks you open."
May everyone experiencing the weight of grief,
have "misery pulled from night and burdens from your body".
May you find the feathers left behind.
kastilwell
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