Day 9: Sentimental

A new born lamb- for slaughter

Or the brass box my great uncle made

Her wedding dress

Flints in a molehill

And the last photos of the dying son

 

 

 

Each turns us from ourselves

Into the deepest, most broken

Grief-filled

Heart-wrenched

Breathless

Sadness

That can change the course of who we once thought we were

 

 

 

Sentimental value?

Sentimental-

A word so confused,

Banded about like an insult

Or a hold-all for that which rips us apart

The word should be discarded by civilised people

Who claim to know

How this feels

 

 

 

 

 

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