by October 31, 2016 1 comment

I couldn’t let go,
so I buried you deep inside
where the reminders of loss
remained unseen, resting
as seeds scattered in places
tended by memories.
A garden sprouted
in the depths of my soul
and grew until it could not
be contained.
I couldn’t let go,
and you became the beauty

– Nikki Anne Schmutz

editors note:

Yes! Sweet recall to make the emptiness full. – mh clay

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