Darkness
(Feb. 2011)
I’m still not dressed
My hair is a mess
My eyes – are red from crying
No, I am not dying
Life will go on
The curtains need not stay drawn
Outside – The sun is brght
Eventually, everything will be alright
But for now – It is my time to grieve
For the lovers who had to leave
So up I curl – with blankets over my head
Enjoying my soft bed
Waiting – for the heaviness to lift
Then I will remember: life is a gift
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