Tuesday, April 19, 2016

NaPoWriMo 2016 Day 19

Allow Your Sorrow Its Say

A pall of grief and sorrows lies
Upon the worried brow
Even as time so swiftly flies
This season of grief shall bow

As wounded traverse unknown ground
Apart from the world at large
Uneasy kinship there is found
With a common goal to charge

Gathering each precious moment 
Hidden away in the heart
So if to others not potent
To this soul a vital part 

Yes, joy and laughter will return
As sure as night follows day
But do not this time of grief spurn 
Allow your sorrow its say

~ Ellen Apple 4/19/2016

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