Grieving what is lost

  The tears fall staining the front of my dress. Sobs rack my body and I struggle to catch my breath. There’s pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief. Grief...

Do not silence me.

She felt alone, like she didn’t belong, afraid to voice the pain inside. Her voice wasn’t welcome in this world of flowers and rainbows. They made her feel like her words were full of poison and darkness, and so she...