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i imagine my soul deep, dark and damp, laying in the most serene part of the wilderness within me i walk here - through the mazes of towering pines and beds of succulent moss - each time someone too bright, brilliant and bursting for this earth is taken away for each of them i carry a tiny stone tossed into the pit, which never elicits the sound of pebble meeting solid ground, instead, they just float on forever within me now i take the walk again and my brain isn’t quiet and accepting, and the stone that i carry is so large that my arms almost can’t reach all the way round i stumble and disturb any innerpeace i once claimed – snapping branches, slipping down slopes, losing my breath the most difficult thing i’ll ever carry is your tiny, sweet smile, your soft voice, your big spirit, the way you were so determined to keep up with your sisters, and how they were determined to never let you down your stone will remind me that life is meant to be conquered, which you demonstrated every day of your short six years on earth i’ll find stillness in my inner wilderness, and i will cry until the ground around me bursts with life, and i will smile because you are still finding ways to teach me – life is meant for living
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
michelle
i imagine my soul deep, dark and damp, laying in the most serene part of the wilderness within me i walk here - through the mazes of towering pines and beds of succulent moss - each time someone too bright, brilliant and bursting for this earth is taken away for each of them i carry a tiny stone tossed into the pit, which never elicits the sound of pebble meeting solid ground, instead, they just float on forever within me now i take the walk again and my brain isn’t quiet and accepting, and the stone that i carry is so large that my arms almost can’t reach all the way round i stumble and disturb any innerpeace i once claimed – snapping branches, slipping down slopes, losing my breath the most difficult thing i’ll ever carry is your tiny, sweet smile, your soft voice, your big spirit, the way you were so determined to keep up with your sisters, and how they were determined to never let you down your stone will remind me that life is meant to be conquered, which you demonstrated every day of your short six years on earth i’ll find stillness in my inner wilderness, and i will cry until the ground around me bursts with life, and i will smile because you are still finding ways to teach me – life is meant for living
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Mar 14, 2015
Mar 14, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
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