Pierced, Bleeding, and Bruised
Human words inadequate to describe the Unbearable, Inescapable Pain
First Birthday, First Memorial Day of your passing, Each holiday
Stabs, Tears, and Rips my already Broken Heart
Your place at the table left empty
Your absence Intensely felt
THE FIRST YEAR HAS PASSED
Time has no meaning
I am trapped in yesterday.
I will survive.
I just need time to find my way through all the emotions
All the hurt, the anger, the pain.
I have faith in tomorrow.
Faith that a loving God will clear my path
And lead me to a safe place
He will soothe my broken and battered heart
and
Help me find peace.
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