Life’s Too Short – March 17, 2019

Grief, poetry 1 Minute

The pain I carry leaks into everything I touch, I want to quit.

Feel the free breeze against my face.

Cool the heated thoughts in my head.

I know life is too short to let it keep dragging me down.

Stand up, walk out, and be free.

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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