The Only Cost

Painting myself into an emotional corner

 feelings trapped and staid

 

Family eliminated one by one

  old hurts and wounds replayed

 

Each year a brick in this wall of pain

 to shield me from the loss

 

Isolation my next of kin

 —love the only cost

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2019)

 

 

 

 

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