Memoirs of Moi

My walk in the valley of death

Along this freshly cut path, a passage

from which a shimmering, circular light radiates

warmth upon my face, crystallizing my fears

I look back and the path is unclear

flora once cleared by me repletes the valley

and I see this circular passage, my only reprieve

I must be in the valley of death... yet feel so alive

 

Phantoms of my past dissipate like shadows at noon,

angels of my life sing from within the divine illumination;

a daughter taken from me much too soon

a brother lost from himself, found only by a gracious One

Above the canopy, ten thousand sparrows swoon,

answers to questions overflow like a brimming creek

my legs buckle like a hollow tree and my eyes

wide open, feel no need to blink

 

I float and flutter like a new moth to a new light

caressing me like a subtle wave on a spring tide

tears fall upon my cheeks in the shape of kisses

all that was, all that was meant to be, potentially

Became reality at this journey's end

And a new chapter would be written, eternally

 

"Be not afraid, I go before you always,"

my daughter whispered. And with no regrets

I departed the valley knowing the answer

I always pondered while caged within my own pity.

Author's Note

The answer? That I would see my daughter again.

Reviews

[Anima Inspired]

Wow...this was both incredibly beautiful and incredibly tragic. I was blown away by the imagery that you used in this piece, so many wonderful gems throughout. There is nothing I can say about this that isn't positive...it's obvious that you tapped in to an emotional well when you wrote this, and it came through on the page. Bravo!

[Dawn D]

I like the imagery...the pain...the questions...looking, hoping for an answer

[Penlady]

Losing a child would sink one into the valley and I do not pretend to know how that would feel. I can only guess the feeling would be as a lead balloon but your poem seems to suggest a glimmer of hope still in your heart. Your poem describes grief perfectly. Grief has its own steps and they must all be taken before one gets to the rim and back into the sun again. I hope that for you.

[Penlady]

You've answered your own question with a poem.

[Me]

great poem

[joshua deathdealer]

This is beautiful. Well penned. The greatest pain I've ever known is from the time lost between me and my daughter. Thanks for sharing.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Beautiful. My eyes full of moisture that threatens to overflow. A powerful feeling to induce upon a reader. My heart weeps for you and I know you will hold her again.
Faith Always
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