Today’s news bring an unwelcomed black shroud. I decide to take it and make a funeral dress.
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Today my heart mourns.
It would like to believe
Courage, instead, will be born;
Yet it cannot, itself, deceive
‘Keep breathing,’ the voices sing.
I keep thinking of all those lives
That won’t feel the song bring
Them solace, or strength to thrive.
Though I see others building,
I wonder if those bridges
Will bring a much needed gilding.
Even if just in form it is abridged.