The Grieving Process (Part I)

The weeks following your death

I know nothing.

I count every morning.

I lay with two half-shut eyes.

I blink. I study the wall

 

The corners.

 

 I wriggle my toes. Reposition

My folds.

 

(The unruffled dawn

Attempts to renew)

 

it invades with a stream of infant glow

Filtering through a pinch in

The shade.

 

I lay in my

Humanness

and swell like a hymn

 

this shall be my place,

your place,

 

sometime

again.

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

"I lay in my
Humanness
and swell like a hymn" - i LOVE this. mmm.

i really love the image of the sunrise trying to act like nothing has happened. the indifferent day. you capture the sense of loss and how it pulls us out of the world.

[Emily B]

The depth of the emotions in the words was exquisite. Not over-powering, but striking and moving nonetheless. Wonderful work.