Power Poem Friday.

I was considering the feelings I have gone through of loss and grief. These emotions about losing my old self. The strange thing is, I appear no different on the outside. I know what I feel like inside at times; empty. Then I started to consider what others must be thinking. My outward appearance is the same. But I am a different person now. I wonder if they feel loss and have grieved for the old Kim? I don’t have the answer.

 

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