Skipping stone bouncing across your surface A tearing pain no one can see You scream out toward the distance Stretching out from between your knees
Why can’t anyone hear the baby crying? Standing red-faced, hands over rail Knuckles gone white from gripping One long, steep unending wail
She wasn’t there the night before Out tramping through the woods alone She can’t hear the baby anymore Out searching for stepping stones.
One last argument bent her backwards One last tearing apart of her nails One last long sorrow will be hers When the baby falls over the rail.
I hope you have enjoyed this, my newest poem “Sorrow,” which I wrote while the bath water was running…because sometimes, you just have to POEM. 🙂 Weird too, because I rarely rhyme in my poetry. Well, the poem tells me, I don’t tell it how to be. One thing I love about writing is that I never know where it is leading me. I am along for the journey and I love that.
Oh, we have all been there. That place where brokenness, a roadblock, lies firmly between us and the we that we know we will eventually be, if it weren’t for the mess that we are. We stare into the mirror, not recognizing the tear-streaked skin, the dark circles under our eyes, the fact that breathing seems, well to be impossibly continuing…
I am talking about heartbreak. We have all experienced it. And, as we know. It DOES GET BETTER. We find a way to breathe again. To eat again. To make it through a night of sleep, rather peacefully, though it takes time. I’ve experienced my fair share of brokenness and sometimes, I write. It’s usually not my best work, but I earned it. So, with that, I share…
The seasons of several are crashing down around me, a hard steady rain I did not expect.
The mirror is splintered tiny silver fragments scattering, my thoughts scatter with them.
I looked into your face and knew… you have the power to destroy me.
I don’t need you to do it for me.
The seasons of several crashing down around me, a hard steady pain I did not expect.
If you are going through something truly terrible right now…know that after the night, always comes a bright, burning sunrise, and with it, promises anew.