Janice Burt
- Apr 8, 2015
- 1 min read

Attachment

Grief. Stricken. Heart. Sick. Panic. Rising. Cycle of Loss. Teary. Eyes. Stomach. Pit. Sadness. Sadness. And loss. What is the pain showing me? Attachment. Attachment and longing. For what never was. What never will be. Yet I cling. So desperately. Now breathe. Breathe and see. Open your eyes And experience Clarity. Truth. Wisdom. Peace. And Love. Experience Love. And then, I change. View. Shifting. Soul. Open. Heart. Ready. Eyes. Drying. Shoulders. Lifting. Weight. Gone. Smile. On.

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