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 is pain deep in my chest, twisting knots that feel like my heart is tearing. This is grief....

I matter too

It does not matter how slowly you go, As long as you do not stop. I admit Ive been struggling. Lost in uncertainty. Wondering about my self worth and the path I am treading. I yearn to belong, yet I...