I don’t know why.
Today the grief flows
Like thick mud
Through my veins
I can’t breathe.
I feel helpless.
Just drawn into the familiar
Further and further down the valley
Deeper into the woods of darkness
Where I find myself in despair
I want to cry but there are no tears.
Just a silent ache and longing that burns and brings a lump to my throat.
So large I feel like I’m swallowing down a boil.
Pus, infected and rotten
Let me go, I’m trying to get on with my day.
But my heart pounds in head
And my mind returns back to thoughts of you.
You and only you with the outline of your face and the scent of your embrace
It’s as if everything,
And nothing all at once
Is pouring out from the tiny space I’ve allocated.
One tiny corner that I don’t like to visit and
now, like my cup, has overflowed.
Today
I can’t contain any of it.
I can’t hold on
But I’m trying.
Please let me go.
Beverley Whitley says
Exactly how I feel. It is almost like you read my heart mind and soul.