Heather Albright Poems

Fear in the midst of the night
Fear in broad daylight
Fear of what could happen
Fear of what did happen
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I come, my Lord, heavy heartedly.
With fears only comprehendible by thee.
O Lord, my rock; hear my cry.
As I call for the comfort of only The Holy One.
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My temporary stay is coming to an end.
I'm only concerned with my wife, my best friend.
I trust that my Lord will watch over her when I'm gone.
All day and night, starting at the break of dawn.
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Did you know that every hospital smells the same?
The smell of despair and people going insane.
Did you know every hall makes the same sound.
The sound of grieving thoughts and dreams being drowned.
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