No One Knows
no one knows what I
feel inside i may look ok on the outside
but that isn't
true i am covered with sorrow like a bead encrusted dress
i am trying to
accept your death as something that might have happened any day
people
die everyday they are always coming and going
but the truth is your death has crumbled the foundation beneath my feet
turned my spine to
jelly yet... i continue i get up in the morning
i continue my
work one day becomes another i check and i am still here
often my eyes are
wet with tears my heart is broken like a porcelain cup
dropped to the
kitchen floor i try not to hesitate for fear my own sorrow
will catch up with me
and overtake me still i look at the sky forever blue
the mountains are
the same everything looks the same one cannot see the void
of your absence it
is not something you can see only feel
April 29, 2015
2 comments:
I can feel your sorrow, Annell. "I am covered with sorrow like a bead-encrusted dress." The image of the porcelain cup falling to the floor is a strong one. I remember as a child standing at the door of the church at my dad's funeral, looking out, being astounded that the city street was busy with normal comings and goings as if nothing had happened. And yet my whole world had changed. I so feel this poem.
Thank you, my friend, for speaking so eloquently for all of us who have known sorrow. Yours is the wisdom of experience, words of truth with such deep meaning. Thank you,
Elizabeth
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