The emptiness of letting go,
A holy pain that only God can ease,
Goodbyes are wretched,
Tearing, breaking, bleeding,
Creating hopeless hollowness,
A vacancy in the soul.
The heart, left open to despair,
Laid bare, exposed to freezing winds,
Then tides of sadness,
Beset the tattered heart,
So that the soul, driven to its knees,
Seeks its God, to finally,
Only then, find some semblance of peace.
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