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GRIEF by Robin Prince Monroe
Grief by Robin Prince Monroe
She walked through fire.
The flames licked her tender skin
pieces of her singed, then sizzling, fell to the ground.
Pain screeched deep into the hollows of her heart where love lived
She wanted to give in to the heat.
To stop.
Stop trying to breathe.
Hands reached for her through thick, dark smoke.
She tried to grab hold.
She couldn’t.
There was nothing left but raw, empty hurt.
Until
His big hand stretched down
to scoop her up,
and lift her out of the haze.
He gently set her on a rock.
Where living water tumbled over her weary head
and into her mouth,
and over her charred skin--
that cooled and healed
then toughened with scars.
The ache in her soul moved to the background of living
becoming bearable,
but never gone.
A reminder of how much love it took to die,
and how much love it takes to live.
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