The Pain of Loss Itself, can Cloud one's Mental State
Yet The Darkness of Depression, Does Not Have To Be Your Fate.
The Path That One May Choose, When Facing Such Trauma, Such Pain, Offers You The Chance To Spiritually Frow, With Substantial Gain
Do Not Feel As Atlas, Holding The Weight of The World Alone,
Your Shoes Are Quite Unique, For Those Steps Are Yours To Own,
Mistakes are Made Each Day for as humans, That's What We Do,
The Thing To Learn From Our failures, Is That Which We Know To
Be True,
The Differences Between Perceptions, Is That Your Truth Is Unique To You. Judgement Shall Not Be Passed On You
That Is Not Our Place To Do.
About the Creator
Kaylon Forsyth
I lost my wife back in 2019 and I started this as an outlet for my emotional expression in regards to the pain from the loss, it has helped me substantially since that time, and I have put great effort into all of my efforts since then.
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“OK, guys!” I screech over the macaw-like chatter in my sophomore English class. My students are sharing mementos they accumulated during summer vacation. The assignment is to interview each other and write an expository essay about another student’s treasure: Misty’s coquina shells and sand dollars from Florida, Ruth’s two Navajo pottery mugs from New Mexico, Roxy’s perfume from Paris, Kevin’s chocolate from Hershey Pennsylvania, a picador’s sword from a bullfight in San Fermin Spain, where one of my favorite students, Manny Pérez, ran with the bulls at festival.
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