A Word to Describe the Evolution of the Heart.
I felt like a cell in a body. I'm always in awe of what nature makes and where the Universe takes me. My word to describe it: Surrender.
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Slow Stanzas of Release Through the Stages of Grief: A Triptych. {poetry}
Your daughter remembers you
Holding you in her heart
That leads the way to where we are today
The Tide Turns: I Am The Water, Not A Body That Can Drown.
As for my beloved, The Rock? He is no rock! The peak I had clung to in my desperation was only a tip that descended down, his root far below the surface of the ocean. He is the land, the terra firma, the stone, pebble and mud. He is the layer upon layer of compacted silt and sand.