It’s where she dreams
of wholeness, of fulfillment,
and of the love that once
abandoned her, alone
[in a cabin] where
she weeps each
morning
serenely alone
(with hot coffee)
seeking the warmth
of better days, staring
past all obstacles, where
thoughts form as warm breath
on a cold window, and where
wordless sighs ingeminate
in unending echoes…
.
It’s how she copes
with loss and despair,
a careworn heart seeking
restitution from all matters
spent of life…… and as
unbrushed hair
cascades
over moist cheeks,
another wash of gray
sweeps in to replace all
semblances of color, and
where, in a cold ground, broken
dreams are fixing her immovable…
.
But there are times,
when the love inside her
reveals she is never alone, and
she is comforted fleetingly
by the ephemerality’s of
daybreak's newness, but in
ritual, is repeatedly drawn back
into the shadows of loss, where a
wounded heart weeps for something
that once abandoned her…
.
It’s how she copes, with
what life has deprived her of,
imagining her wings carrying her
beyond all the sadness's, as morning
sunlight floods warmly upon her,
and where, at times,
(when her spirit soars)
she fancies herself rollicking
with someone devoted, blithely,
under heavens felicity, with no cares…
.
It’s how she copes,
when life’s burdens are too great to bear,
she imagines what could be, and smiles momentarily….
.
© richard lloyd cederberg
1/2024
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The Portrayal Series: Personal insights (good and bad) concerning immediate family and old friends (alive or dead). The series will also address some of the actors, artists, musicians, and writers I worked with in college, or professionally over the years, each of whom were influential (in one way or another) in shaping the man I’ve become.
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