Pain

We reject pain,

but how

that rejection

— that indominatable spirt

to thrive against loss,

creates the most

beauty!

Death

Thunderstorms

and hurricanes

deceive us

when they change course,

letting us believe

that disaster can

weave around us,

when death is a tempest

that will not miss.

On Grief

Of course,

we suffer agony

when we lose someone;

how can you not,

when something

crawls out of your heart,

tears through your chest,

and sinks, blood-soaked,

into the soft earth?

On Love & Mourning

I have mourned you

for as long

as I have loved you;

for, from the moment

you became my heart,

I knew that,

someday,

my chest would

never be

that full again.

 

(What will I do with my eyes when they can’t look at you?)