Still, I struggle
To find meaning
To find beauty
In it's embrace
It grips me
Like a lost lover
Pulling me close
Kissing my lips
Singing in whispers
Making memories echo
In shallow breaths
That linger on my neck
Until I wake
But you're still gone
So I look to the sky
At the stars smiling
Like embers from fires
Smoldering out
A yarn spun a millennia ago
Woven through time
Through space
Writing stories in the night
And I wish I could believe
In wishes
Like I wish I could believe
That your light lives there
In the darkness
In one of those stories
A thread unraveled far too soon
Beautifully written and delivered. The way that you describe grief as a skill or an art is new to me, so I learned something new by reading your poem. Previously, I thought that grief was something that came upon us in an emotion. And that grief could be overcome by concentrating on routine and moving forward in life. But I guess that won't stop grief from coming back in dreams.
Very touching. For me: "Grief is like the ocean; it comes on waves ebbing and flowing. Sometimes the water is calm, and sometimes the water is overwhelming. All we can do is learn to swim." Peace... r
From the author of Jupiter Remembered and Until It’s Time: Embracing Life In Our Later Years comes Petals of Love: Poetry of a Woman’s Soul – a heartfelt collection spanning more than thirty-five years. Through tender reflections, these poems offer g
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