waiting for the pause
between forgetting and remembering
to re-shatter your heart,
leaving you
attempting to find a way
to replace every needle-like shard
while praying
you don't cut yourself on them
(again).
(again).
Photo by K. Mitch Hodge on Unsplash
Song Choice: Slipped Away by Avril Lavigne
Liner Notes for This Groove: This poem was created for the prompt at Poets and Storytellers United, Pain in Ink.
Outstanding depiction, Rommy! The shard imagery is right on.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Debra!
DeleteWow! That might be the best poem about grief I ever read.
ReplyDeleteI am deeply honored by that comment. Thanks!
DeleteI'm with Debra. This is so very vivid. I particularly like (or understand) that terribly ever-present shard, even when we think it's dulling... it comes up and sticks us (again).
ReplyDeleteYou'd think the damn things would get less pointy right away but noooooooooooooooooooo
DeleteKeanu Reeves once said that grief changes shape but it never leaves. I agree with that assessment.
ReplyDeleteTomorrow is the 11th anniversary of my father's passing.
*hugs* I hope that you have a way to be gentle to yourself on that day.
DeletePiercing depiction, Rommy. Grief spans years, reshaping itself with each appearance. It is a sneaky assassin.
ReplyDeleteSuper sneaky. There I am enjoying a perfectly lovely moment and BAM!
DeleteRight... just when you think it's over it's starts all over again. A thousand little papercuts that is grief. Each a different kind of sting.
ReplyDeleteThis perfectly describes how I was dealt with recently. The assassin visits me often and I still pay the price.
ReplyDeletei like how you compared grief to an assassin. it attacks when you think it is over, and leaves you in a mess again.
ReplyDeletethis is a great write!
Great imagery!
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