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SEASON OF GRIEVING
As
we grieve,
sometimes the pain is
too much to bear.
With every
falling leaf, a piece of our soul dies.
Some days we struggle to breathe. Other days,
we’re not sure we want to. Anger overwhelms us. Sorrow
strangles us. Darkness blinds us.
Our hearts shred as fraying fabric, dangling in pieces.
We crawl with broken limbs on a pilgrimage of suffering.
Then, suddenly, one day,
a crack in the clouds, a shared tear, a secret, a gut-clutching laugh.
Light begins to warm our hearts again. Tiny, though it may be, a bud starts
to form where once that gnarled, withered leaf clung. We
awake, as if from a dream, and recognize the
gift that was never
ours to keep, but to savour for a season.
We must breathe in each and every moment
as though it is our last. For breath is
fleeting, and yet,
breath
is
L
I
F
E
© Micki Findlay
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| Micki Findlay |
Vancouver Island author, Micki Findlay, has been published in various anthologies, poetry books and magazines. She believes that by sharing her personal story through poetry and prose, others might find encouragement, recognize their self-worth, and realize they are not alone in their struggles.
Website: www.mickifindlaywrites.com
Beautiful layout!
ReplyDeleteI love the imagery and the shape of the poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Micki! This is a relatable poem. Grief is a pandemic days. Thank you for submitting! Ms Barbara
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