If you know, you know.

I know this grief you feel.
I have hobbled its aching rooms
And poked their damp fires ,
Long after midnight has left.

I have felt grief's potent weight
Each ton of bitter guilt
As it balanced on my head
As I disregarded obligations and demands

I have longed for the imagined future,
Growing with tiny prayerful hands
And small, brave promises of a life yet to be.

And I wince,
Because I know,
And it hurts now, like it did then,
So I know, and I hear you.

Poetry by 1LFD
Read 52 times
Written on 2022-07-26 at 18:39

dott Save as a bookmark (requires login)
dott Write a comment (requires login)
dott Send as email (requires login)
dott Print text

Wow, this is a really nice meditation. I got swept up in the rhythm almost. Thanks for sharing.