Finally the dark night of depression
wore you down,
you crossed the final frontier-
on the longest day of the year,
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The irreversible rawness of it all. The weight of guilt of loss. Such a difficult writing to create. Each word must not stray from its place. Offering comfort and understanding and compassion. Delivered in prayer-like solemnity. May your suffering cease, may your spirit be released.
For him and you, too, no doubt. A soft word amidst tragedy. As the light breaking through the darkness in the picture. Lovely, Norah.
In this tiny wilderness community it was a shock poetesss. I helped clean up the room it felt so surreal.