September 1st, 2024
I’ve wallowed in pain
I’ve dwelled in heartbreak
I’ve existed on breathing in agony and sorrow
But now
Not wallowing but drowning
Not dwelling but barely surviving
And the breaths of poisoned anguish and grief threaten to suffocate
With no end in sight
| Miriam Roskind is just your average person who sometimes experiences so much sadness that it overflows into words. And when that's not happening, she has a day job in high-tech and 2 soldiers (one miluim and one sadir) to worry about and feed (when given the opportunity). |
Shiva in the Pessach home is unique. Visitors stream in and out, and a special warmth exudes throughout the house.
in bedcold beads of sweat catch me still in the snareof my nightmare back at the homeof my childhoodwalking past the front doorrealizing it wasn’t