guilt
February 19, 2014 at 3:08 pm 11 comments
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with a grip so tight
it twists and tortures the soul
letting go – cruel.
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Entry filed under: death, feelings, grief, haiku, human nature, loss, love, Personal, poetry, Relationships, sadness, thoughts. Tags: aches, darkness, depression, fears, frustration, journeys, loneliness, memories, pain, sadness, voices.
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JDrum | February 19, 2014 at 9:58 pm
I am sorry. Hugs.
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words4jp | February 20, 2014 at 12:58 am
Thanks for the hugs. 😉
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Jonathan Caswell | February 19, 2014 at 11:00 pm
No way around it…this hurts most. May the Lord comfort you in letting go, but remembering.
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words4jp | February 20, 2014 at 12:55 am
Thank you for your loving comment and for reblogging. This is a hard one to let go. I am not certain I ever will. xx
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Jonathan Caswell | February 20, 2014 at 12:59 am
You never do completely. But eventually (hopefully) you come to acceptance…with the occasional flare-up of disbelief…years later. We are with you in your struggle.
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Jonathan Caswell | February 19, 2014 at 11:01 pm
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WE GRIEVE TOO.
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The Under the Weather Girl | February 20, 2014 at 3:30 pm
Oh, how I feel for you. It was only after reading a piece called “Guilt on the Rampage” that I found a degree of reconciliation within. That isn’t to say I’m assuming the same for you. We are each unique and often alone with our innermost thoughts. I send you love and I wish you comfort and always, peace. Lx
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words4jp | February 20, 2014 at 9:30 pm
I am thinking I should read this piece. Was it a blog post or article?
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The Under the Weather Girl | February 21, 2014 at 6:27 am
An article. I’ll endeavour to find it for you just as soon as I can. Lx
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Dom DiFrancesco | February 20, 2014 at 8:46 pm
How sad, I hope that someday his memory will be a comfort to you and that you won’t feel so much pain..
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words4jp | February 20, 2014 at 9:25 pm
Thanks. I struggle with the feelings of being responsible. I know on so many levels, but I cannot stop those feelings of why I could not see this or why did I do that….. I can bury them but they creep up and now they are really creeping.