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1/25/2014

Past

Worn
Encircling my neck
Forged aluminum rings
Byzantine chaining
Signifying linkage.

Until
Forces
Unforeseen
Broke the
Fragile links.

No more
Graceful
Collar ‘round my neck.
Away in darkness
Memory encased.

Every other
Lovely bauble
Assumes the guise
Of that which is lost
Put away, until
Each impossibility is gone.

6 comments:

  1. I feel your mourning.

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    1. Those tidy "stages of grief" that are so ubiquitous in the literature are never as straight line as they are portrayed. I've swung in and out of various stages, moving from one to the next, and then finding myself backing up through places I thought I'd passed already. I think the big, stormy emotions are past now. I hope. So. Mourning. Perhaps. But then mourning is mostly about learning to keep living in the face of great loss and pain.

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  2. Sad - I read this and couldn't comment and then came back. And still don't know what to say.

    I'm struck by the "Unforeseen".

    This is pretty powerful.

    -sin

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    1. Perhaps, sin, we are all, ultimately, "struck by the unforeseen."

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  3. like sin I read this and couldn't find the words to comment - but was drawn back today because I felt a "push" to comment - if to say nothing more than my heart hurts for you.

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  4. I think my heart is quieter these days. The great tides of anguish have finally passed on. The putting away of the things that signify the lost bond has allowed me to stop reliving the loss at that visceral level every single day. The loss does not ever go away, but the wounds do begin to heal in time.

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