Sleep abruptly disturbed with the Pounding of hammering nails into My skull. Oh no. Not another migraine. Poumding. Pounding. Pounding. Then an eruption of
On days where nothing makes sense. The clock stands still. It doesn’t seem to move forward. And it doesn’t seem to make a sound. I
Lately I find myself crying a lot. Seems to be a repeat of this every year since my son died. The Post Christmas Blues. Depression
Last night I found myself wandering through the airport like a lost figure looking on at people around me. Reunions of all sorts: Happy people
When silent tears drop with a soft thud No-one hears the heartbroken grief or Sees behind the veil of grief You’re alone. Alone. Alone. Alone.
She is me She could be you Weak. Battered. Bruised. Resilience. Strength. Faith She wants to be seen, and heard She wants to be healed