A few words by Shakespeare which speak more truthfully than any piece I could write at the moment…
The flaming sighs that boil within my breast
Sometime break forth; and they can well declare
The heart’s unrest, and how that it doth fare,
The pain thereof, the grief, and all the rest.
The watered eye, from whence the tears do fall,
Do feel some force or else they would be dry…
Categories: Poetry by Phoebe
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I hope you are not too sad. You are contributing so much to the world – as a sensitive doctor especially, but also from your creativity. I’m lucky enough to live not far from where the great man lived.
What encouraging words…thank you. It means a lot. 🙂
Your pain comes through Shakespeare’s perceptive words. I hope getting things out is purging for you. <3