Writing While I Mourn

This is the way I mourn.

Writing for the forlorn.

Writing to heal my internal wounds .

Writing uplift’s my mood.

What would I do without this ability?

I’d be like a dancer with no agility.

I’d be like an artist without an easel.

I’d be lost with no direction.

Instead I focus on self affection.

I focus on the positive and all the blessings I’ve been given.

I keep my pain hidden.

I’m aware my loved one is in a better place.
It’s so hard to forget his face.