Her Name Became Synonymous With Pain -an original poem

I find myself overwhelmed these days
By memories hard to forget,
At the mention of her name
Or provocation of the same, by a
Picture or a post on social media.

I heard she dyed her hair and I thought that
Maybe she was single again.
But I know how silly that
Is. Marie, her name. And I dream by it.
To be pitied and prayed for is my lot.
There’s a hopelessness attached to her name that is only matched by Christ’s love for her.


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