Tonight, thinking of you amid the rumble of laundry machines
I felt your sadness, loneliness, grief;
No one can replace your beloved.
I felt the darkness and shame
Lingering from a violent act acted upon you.
I felt it, allowed it to linger as long as I dared.
I won’t say it was so I could understand,
But I was seeking something close to understanding.
Perhaps your spirit was showing it to me.
And then a vision of rose petals
White, soft rose petals
Falling from the sky over both of us
And as they drifted down, the darkness fell away.
Friday, May 18, 2007
Another awful but heartfelt poem
Posted by Eclecta at 10:42 PM
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