Charlotte Heathcote
- Jun 4, 2020
- 1 min read

No end

Grieving is like

running a marathon

that has no end

You strive to reach the finish line

just to discover

there isn't one

So just keep on

climbing the hill

stumbling over obstacles

as relief will come

some days

when the sun shines

and the wind blows

you may find some peace

and light

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