Taking the Key

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it stayed for a while or for decades until all thought of joy turned misty and conceited, until reaching hand to a happy spring became a wish, fear enfolding each corner of its wonder shadow thwarting a bridge uniting painful yesterday to each sunny tomorrow.Are all the grieving afternoons to go, can I make mind fly off and perch, each strand of memory goes back and forth.I wish I could forget what was but stepping into ocean of lost emotions makes the clock start counting grief again. Can I stay above clouds before I knew what sadness was before I understood each se

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cond leaves a glimmer a purple dream alight on shoulders? Becoming me once more has always been the way.I take key back, grief isn’t foe or friendly specter, a part of me stays with the tears, I grow path of sunflowers together we meet sea and waves one handkerchief of sadness floats above the breeze that thaws regret.No sunshine outside now happiness glows inside a tiny candle for a while confident flame for what can be if only I allow it, so it begins and molds another day on wings of silver butterflies.© 2022 Amy Christie</article></body>

Out of grief’s hand

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My own or yours, one love has flown where can it land with island of forgiveness melted, regrets coming undone in mirrors past, shredded to pieces by claws that wouldn’t stop?

Sorry didn’t make it all right shouting brought hurt home and it stayed for a while or for decades until all thought of joy turned misty and conceited, until reaching hand to a happy spring became a wish, fear enfolding each corner of its wonder shadow thwarting a bridge uniting painful yesterday to each sunny tomorrow.

Are all the grieving afternoons to go, can I make mind fly off and perch, each strand of memory goes back and forth.

I wish I could forget what was but stepping into ocean of lost emotions makes the clock start counting grief again. Can I stay above clouds before I knew what sadness was before I understood each second leaves a glimmer a purple dream alight on shoulders? Becoming me once more has always been the way.

I take key back, grief isn’t foe or friendly specter, a part of me stays with the tears, I grow path of sunflowers together we meet sea and waves one handkerchief of sadness floats above the breeze that thaws regret.

No sunshine outside now happiness glows inside a tiny candle for a while confident flame for what can be if only I allow it, so it begins and molds another day on wings of silver butterflies.