Day-3
NaPoWriMo-2025
When the heart wept
The loss was too great
Nothing made sense
As the void enveloped.
A raw ache seeped
Through the bones
A teenager was lost
In the mourning wails.
Then,
The ache spoke
She opened a blank page
And poured and poured
Words along with tears
The pages glossed
With an aching heart
Painted in letters and words.
Poetry healed her wounds!
Participating in: NaPoWriMo-2025
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