Originally Posted by
Stephanie
Some fifteen years ago I had a tragic death , destroyed my soul.
It was sudden , a tragic accident , died in my arms.
I held them in my arms for hours , couldn't let go , took me a week to release the body for cremation.
I howled and buckled in grief. Howled into the desert , howled through the night.
Then became a zombie , unable to cope with everyday. The sorrow crippled me , that loss changed and eroded who I was.
Crying ? I cried a lot.
Took me two years to recover.
In recent times I have stopped crying , and seem to be able to move on faster , my recent griefs buried deep in my soul.
But can go on.