Poetry Wednesday - When Grief Fades

A new one this week.

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Good day Red Cabbage Heads,

I missed last week, sorry. Time passed me by. So in my previous post I gave you a very old, decades old, poem written in my teens. This week I’m giving you my most recent (at the time of writing) poem.

I’ve had the words bouncing around for a little while now but not been able to do much with them. Writing, rewriting, writing again. Then I realised I was trying too hard, it was too fresh in my mind. It needed some formatting and, mostly I feel, a decent title. Short as it is, I’m happy with it at the moment, I may come back to it later and think about it more.

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When Grief Fades

When grief fades 
where does it go? 
When does the pain
subside to an
acceptable level?
Does the deepest 
sadness fill or create 
the empty void 
within?

And there we are - a very new, very fresh, poem for you. All of just a few days old.

That’s all for this week, ta-ra Tx

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