who am I
without my losses
without my ghosts
to haunt the hours?
grief has carved me
sharply
since girlhood
with rasps
and chisels
unforgiving hammers
removing softness
all excess marble
until a woman
of alabaster
hollowed
shadowed
is all that
remains
© 2020 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All Rights Reserved
Brave & Reckless 
Beautifully expressed. This resonates so with me…beyond words.
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Thank you M.A. I was ready a manuscript about loss and it just poured out.
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Yes….!!
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Thank you Ivor!
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Christine Ray – Sculpted by loss
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