too many endings at the wake of beginnings worn in the stiffness of my shoulders night to morn piled up bones of loved ones gone some walk some rest because I still breathe Im expected to rise pick my way over them as if no loss is great enough to paralyze only in rebellion can I rise
05/19/2004
Who can't but relate to this one; universal in it's expression and empathy. Kind of the point I was driving at in my How Many More?
Gorgeous write Maureen. I often have such feelings as well. Thanks for putting them in words :) ~Jordan
YES! So many favourite bits in this there is no point listing or I would quote the lot. This one makes me keep coming back to it
