The Stairs

How grief disturbs the mind. I've place this under fiction as I couldn't find anything suitable.

Are the stairs getting steeper?

Up and down day on day

Each time wondering

What you’re planning today

 

Scanning magazines

Writing down a list

Of ball gowns, jewellery

For that cruise you’re

Determined to go on?

Booking theatre tickets?

Writing thank you cards?

But for what?

Your freedom?

 

Through the door

I proffer my whole

My very breath

I note the bed is empty

Not a crease or indent

Only the antiseptic odour

That’s taken up permanent residence

I turn, trudge back down

And cry. My selfishness

Begging your clemency

 

But tomorrow I will climb

Those stairs again

Those stairs that are getting steeper

Only trudge back down again

 

Grief overpowering me

As I pour over those cards

Still waiting for stamps.

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Sad poem. Everyone tackles grief differently, but it's a journey, and a painful one as well. It may well be like one step forward and two back for sometime.

Chris

[Grace]

I agree with you Chris and the older we get the more we seem to have deal with it. Thank you.

Grace.

[Neville]

Full of sadness... It certainly takes time to adjust to loss, even when such a profound loss has been anticipated... a brave and most poignant poem.... Neville

[Grace]

It certainly does Neville and as you say, even when anticipated, it doesn't soften the blow. does it? Thank you for commenting.

Grace.

[Neville]

You are most welcome... N