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Mrs Enginerd Poetry

Not all is lost

Anger,
Fear,
Anxiety,
Rage
The crushing blow of a reality without you makes me weak,
dull,
mad,
violent.

I crawl into a ball gripping tightly to memories that still remain,
Wishing I was in your arms, peacefully unaware of the lifetime I will endure without you.

Who will build me up when others tear me down?
Who will love me unconditionally, without hesitation?
Who will I run to with a heavy heart, and a broken spirit?

As I wander, absorbed in grief,
your light slowly guides me towards a new beginning…

Not all is lost,
Love remains.

By MrsEnginerd

Engineer, DIY enthusiast, world traveler, avid reader, pitbull owner, and nerd whisperer. 😎🤓😘🐶

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