Stine Writing and Miniatures

100 Forms of Poetry: #72 Rhupunt

Writing through Sorrow

I lost my son
I came undone
It wasn’t fun
My heart hurt bad

I still have much
Like love and such
I have no crutch
I just keep on

I want to smile
Despite this trial
Keeping down bile
I won’t feel sick

Writing is here
My mind is clear
With my heart near
I spill my soul

©2024 CBialczak

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