The dear blankness of page
The beauty of words unwritten
The purity of white
The silence of lead
Pain unspoken
Sadness unwritten
Me, I died
And no one listened
My friends are gone
My mama she left me
The things in my life
Mean nothing
I hide in a corner
My only escape
Awaiting the death that
Is coming
Sepsis knocked her down and out. Faith, hope, and gave her the strength to get back on her feet. I am a Runner She fought the river of death They said she'd never run again
She proved them wrong...
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.
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