I wrote this last night, just after eleven o’clock…five years on from the moment I received the news. Sleep was ridiculously hard to come by, so I just obeyed the muse and got this one out.
Grief is like a war zone
I am doing battle with myself
Waging war within myself
Against memories that will not let me be
Everything is juxtaposed
What I cannot forget, and what I don’t want to lose
It hangs around me like a dense, dark fog
These are the days of the blackest of dogs.
I won’t let it define me
For the rest of my life
I’ll throw off the cloak
With all of my might
The white flag won’t fly
For she taught me to fight
I shall be fierce in battle
Through these April nights.
I am still quietly wishing it were over- this time of year really does knock me off my stride something wicked. But it will be done with soon, and I am sure that I will find peace, even if it is temporary.
Wishing you peace and strength on your journeys,