Once more I awaken in the middle of a storm—
global pain and loss
weigh heavy on my heart;
lack of intimacy tears my soul.
Thoughts churn and I wonder
“Will things ever be the same?”
Even optimists have their limitations.
Rain-laden clouds release their burden;
solace found in letting go.
© Ginny Brannan 2020
NaPoWriMo
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