The words don’t always
Come the way
I need them to
Instead there’s a weight
A burden
He lifts me up
But sometimes
I need to reach out
Too.
A heart that
Is hurting
A loss impending
God knows the
Timing
But an Aunt
Nearing her last chapter.
But words don’t come
Questions do
Prayers that I can’t
Exactly
Say in so many
Words!
My heart hurts
For the questions
That may never
Be answered
For the children
She’ll leave behind
Grown now
But it will always
Hurt.
The words don’t always
Come
Fast and furious
Sometimes they
Come in trickles
As you try
To make sense
Of a reality
That is
Senseless!
Copyright Michelle R Kidwell
January.29.2025
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Michelle Renee Kidwell
Abled does not mean enabled. Disabled does not mean less abled.” ― Khang Kijarro Nguyen
Fighting to end ableism, one, poem, story, article at a time. Will you join me?
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