It is eighteen months, since your leaving
Eighteen months, in unseen mourning
I eat, drink, work, sleep and wake
Keeping the pretence of a serene lake.
I refuse to cry
I know not why
Lacking courage, to ever pry.
Walking in silence outside the door
Afraid to delve into the core
Shunning thoughts that crave my voice
Watching emotions that refuse my choice.
I wait for release
Bound by time's lease
Knowing you will always be, my memories.
5 comments:
Is this written about your mother Rashmi?
Anyway, it is a testimony to a grief and loss still too raw to release.
Well expressed.
Hugs to you Rashmi xoxo
Yes, this is about her, Carol. Thank you :).
I embrace your wholeness in my Heart..,,Even though it is scattered 'round memories found in pieces..your Heart is whole. It is the gathering of the memories that never ends..pieces, pieces, pieces.. everywhere. When does grief stop and revery for the memory begin? I think it will be when you can let tears be of supreme value to you. It seems now, they threaten your grief...that if you cry, you might lose the value of grief... Not so... Tears shed light, acceptance, wholeness, relief, and most of all help you to regain your strength, through the release tears bring to your spirit.
I will hold your Heart.. it can cry in my embrace... until you are ready.
Thank you Jackie...:)
i like this line very much "Shunning thoughts that crave my voice"
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