Please Be Gentle
By Jill B. Englar
Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one, and the shore seems miles away.
Waves of despair numb my soul as
I struggle through each day.
My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, “WHY?”
At times, my grief overwhelms me,
and I weep bitterly, so great is
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