My Sorrow

“My Sorrow”

My sorrow loves a clear blue sky

He strokes my face with a soft autumn breeze.

and I give myself the sacred right to mourn

not by forgetting and closing

but by remembering;

not by suppressing events or switching them off or

keeping them boxed,

but by calling them forth from the convoluted tangles of memory.

I remember the people and places I knew

And the games we played

And the love we shared.

The brown Buick racing into the eye of the storm,

The friends and family with whom I laughed and cried,

The soul-mate with whom I loved and created a legacy.

And I know

That I miss them all.

What frightens me is the possibility that we might lose the power to recall the life we lived

Which gives us our connection to our true selves

And allows us to remain in the quell

of the storm’s dreamy eye.


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