An Intimate Exchange of Grief

You are speaking to me from
the quaking O in your face.
Like a fall aspen in  quivering dance
with a breath of air, your syllables take my hand
and draw me close.
Unzipping the closed access
letting words walk out like undigested stomach contents,
escaping from the corners with slow determination.
The sweet and the sour of your long held pain.
Your heart beating so hard I think I hear thunder,
and your sorrow calls down a torrent of rain.
I look up and the clouds of your eyes have parted,
open and spilling forth your pent up river of regret...
Unzipped now and running freely, from
the orifices in your face.....
You toss boulders of rage
from the mountains of your memories;
rolling them down the tree lined streets of your destiny,
picking up tales and throwing them at me
with the force of a loosed volcano,
you bring me the lava rocks of your burning soul.
I juggle their heat and their weight
hot in my small and healing hands
the fiery coals of your long unshed tears............
You have given me your sorrow,
Go now, make peace with your tomorrow.

Reviews

[ShadowWolf]

This is really very good! Sharing grief and understanding how the one grieving truly feels is very difficult but you have captured it so well.