Grief: Sadness, Anger and Peace
An outstretched hand, extended
Still empty
Touched only by the icy air
Suffocating
Without
withholding breathe
I can recite countless tales of such emptiness
Perhaps
each a failure on her part
Though
that is irrelevant
Disappointments
Surprisingly
renewed on each occasion
Perhaps each a failure on my part
Perhaps each a failure on my part
To learn
To accept
To
curl those arms and wrap them tightly around myself
This body
Once
little
Still
carries its aches
It’s a wonder
Truly
That
I could learn to love myself
You’re always saying I think I am so clever
Perhaps you got that one right
I shall never need you again
Next
time you turn around and look
You
will not
Find
this hand
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