My heart weighs a little over ten ounces
I can tell by the way it beats
It used to be filled with love to the brim
Wave after wave of red splashing on the shore
That love has now been renamed
It is still love, make no mistake, only heavier
The waves are still, silent almost
Barely a ripple runs across the surface
Yet it runs deeper than it ever has
It strains the muscles of my heart
To carry that weight around
For years and years
The heartbeats, like my breaths, turn long and deep
I wonder, even wish sometimes,
If the roles could be reversed
That if Grief could carry my heart
Instead of my heart carrying Grief
Would I feel a little lighter?
Would I feel a little less burdened?
I wonder if Grief is strong enough
To carry a little over ten ounces in its arms
For a single minute
Dolores #4 or Can Grief Carry My Heart?
Frank Solanki 
And this is why people die of a broken heart. 😦
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Dear Frank
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Imagine how the other organs of the body weigh us down as well. That’s quite a burden.
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Poignant and deep.
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My soul felt this.
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I felt every word, Frank.
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It probably could, Frank… but that is not the answer…
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Poignant! Grief, I think, is yours to carry alone. Work it out is the message and that is what you’ll have to do. Unfair but true.
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Lovely. Straight to the point.
Peter Drake, retired teacher from Hexham
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