Unscathed – June 20, 2019

Grief, life, MS, poetry 1 Minute

To free my grasp,

I’ve held on so tight.

My jaw is clinched,

Always tapping

My own shoulder,

A reminder to release.

For a moment

My grip loosens,

And my teeth are unscathed.

Published by Doree

Grief Out Loud. Art. Life

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