
My heart is troubled
As though that is new
So many possibilities
But only for so many
Others have run out
Gone
Dust to dust
It weighs down the soul
Saying goodbye
Whether to a lover
Or a loved one
The pain remains
Always acting as reminder
That our time is short
And our work here must be done
Or it will be nothing
Even if all it means is surviving
Sometimes that is enough
Light a candle
For those on their journey
Whether in this world
Or the next
We all need a flame
To guide us home
💜
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Reading this was just lovely 🙂
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Thank you! 💕
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