Wracked with pain...physical, emotional and most acutely, spiritual... I woke this morning with a recurring song in my mind. The song wouldn't let me go back to sleep. Not knowing the name of it, I kept searching the few words that did come to mind.
Fly. My love, have time to go, forever fly to me, I am always yours, love you, snow covered trees, let go my dear love and fly away now to me, pain will leave you in flying now
I got slowly up out of my bed and wrote:
...though I am no Angel,
Please give me wings
...to fly to you.
I already had the winter photo, thought both matched my aging pains of the struggles of late getting going each day, every day.
......there no pic attachment option. I just discovered that. TY
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Death seeking poem, grief disease needs medicine- that is death .. nice description of pain thank you