Tuesday, March 6, 2018

I WILL NOT STOP FOR...grief

It came to me in the brightest day
No...no...tis night, I can not stay
I'm a busy unemployed woman
Losing all for...
      ....what was it again

~LOVE~

There were days when my nights were black
And nights when I raced to the bed
Working with my LOVE on fears
Things in life that make one dread

....breathing, again

I trudged along, moment by moment
Stopping to take in my sorrow
Hoping to God, for my LOVE to arrive
And keep me in the...marrow

...from dying within my bones

Light, night,light, night
I mustn't let my children see...me...struggle
Their little hearts long to believe in MAGIC
I can't share...I believe I'm a muggle

The ONE THING I am NOT...is a coward
I will see this til the bitter end
Though I see none walking with me
Limited are the hands wanting to lend

...help to the stupid

Why did I have to lose
Isn't LOVE supposed to make you WIN! WIN! WIN!
      Favor, flavor, savory riches of your neighbor
                   Houses...lost mine
                      Cars....lost mine
              Husband....lost mine
                     Kids...lost mine
              Dignity.....lost mine
                Name.....lost mine

Do ya see it?

No....I will not entertain you...I haven't time for you
            Grief
 While I'm set on relief 

....can't keep up with the losses
           .....I'm gaining, what, my LOVE
A treasure out of this world...............something no one can value but me.

Grief has risen to my throat
He's choking out my breath
My pressed down meals
Are resting in my chest
     
Please, I can't take in one more bite
My pressing is beginning to fight
Forgive me, I need a hole
My throat is releasing the flow

....sorrow, anguish, bitterness of soul
           I press into another hole
                     Finally, letting it flow....out from my River

Written by Trudy Schrader on 02-06-2018

Note: I'm a verbal processor. Third poem usually does the trick. I'm as surprised as you are. Who knew it was grief, causing me flow issues? 


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