LIfe passes to the extermities of an ulcer

Life passes to the extremities to an ulcer. The anguish of others molests our hearts and tear our souls. Our minds wither at the reconcile of our emotions. We trade our thoughts for sorrow and pain. Our fellow men and women alike fall before God in a lessening disarray of judgment. Our thoughts, prayers, and essence follow them to unite with our fallen hopes.
Falling to the earth; a soul imprisoned by our reprimanding pity. We turn our minds toward our hearts and set forth our mourning. Unto the truth; we shadow with our rhetorical questions, we lose all dreams for them and return our empathy for the family.
Many things happen in life none can change, all are a lesson. All of our changes and maturing still withers in tragedy: upon God’s gentle soul we lay our children, family, and loved one everlasting existence to. Our hearts and minds rest with them. It is better to have loved and lost then not to have loved et all.
I wrote this to remind myself with it is like to hurt… but now I read it and remember what it is like to love and love is still in heart and it continues to grow. I am sorry to anyone that has loved and lost but their influence on your life is great… but they will always live in your heart and share your joys and triumphs.