Jan 21, 2010

I'm foolish, I'm lost,
Running into slippery corners-
Bouncing off hard surfaces.
Coming up empty handed,
And covered in bruises.

My body physically aches,
As does my heart-
My brain has sloshed one too many times
to and fro
against the bone walls which contain it.

I once knew me-
I Barely recognize me now.
A woman once so grounded,
Now flutters like a tattered butterfly-
Grief can do this.

How did I end up here?
With this hole in my soul-
Ragged, hot, seared...
like a bullet wound
Through the ethereal fabric of my Spirit.

There must be a way-
To patch my heart.
There must be a thread,
Light, yet strong enough for the task...
Perhaps a silken strand from a spider?

Love is not for the weak-
Because where there is love,
Grief will follow-
for Grief is a love word...
It is the sum of everything dear to the heart- lying in a grave at one's feet.

I find no rest in the cemetary.
I find no peace in the silence.
I find no joy in what I've lost.
I find no relief in what I've learned.
I feel the fierce cold of longing.

Missing you is bigger than me.
Moving forward is akin to changing the oceans natural tide.
I need the power and pull of the moon-
Let it lift me, as I once lifted you-
To a place of beauty and understanding, and determination to LIVE fully.

And to never give up.
And to never give up.
Never give up

I miss you friend~