What a terrible darkness has fallen in the midnight of my soul. I walk a valley. I crawl a valley. I lay in the pitch black on my back hidden in the tall grass. Invisible. Broken. Weeping. Seeing only the stars above and crying out to them for mercy.
Category: Grief
Fall
I fell withered to the floor And laid there forever more Seasons come and seasons go Leaves blow across the window I thought me dead How could I know? With words unsaid I let me go
Trauma’s Cradle
Here is another poem from my journal that I wrote years ago: I saw darkness spread beyond its gates And flow into the world of light. I saw pain descend from its perch And cover the lands of peace. I saw evil spread its wings And stretch its shadow over us all. I saw all…
Murder
I’m pulling this old poem out of my journal, dusting it off, and posting it here. I had spent years thinking I had moved on from my childhood and was functioning quite well, thank you very much. But I fell apart, and stood in the midst of my own ruins wondering what happened and how…
What Never Was
This is a follow up to my post on Grief. I came from a culture that did not accept grief. The idea was that a truly strong, mature, and spiritual person would not grieve. They would maintain peace and joy through anything. I learned something from this culture: if you do not grieve then the pain turns into…
Grief
How does one move on from terrible loss? All we have is grief. Grief carries us through the shock and pain, through the fires and earthquakes of rage, through the fists clutching at empty air, through fingers grasping at eternity if it would bring back what can never be. It carries us through the powerlessness…
Beauty I Have Known 