PAD 19
how we mourn
you threw my lamps,
broke my angel statue,
and shattered my crystal vase.
my cheekbone bore your
unintended bruise.
i could have crushed you.
it would have been too easy.
holding you softly was
so damn hard.
i hate being big enough
to understand your rage,
to restrain your flailing arms,
and whisper
it will be okay again,
someday.
The prompt was anger.
you threw my lamps,
broke my angel statue,
and shattered my crystal vase.
my cheekbone bore your
unintended bruise.
i could have crushed you.
it would have been too easy.
holding you softly was
so damn hard.
i hate being big enough
to understand your rage,
to restrain your flailing arms,
and whisper
it will be okay again,
someday.
The prompt was anger.
Labels: poetry
posted by Cynthia at
9:21 PM
1 Comments:
You gave voice to the pain dear friend. I remember the rage that came with mourning. (Hugs)Indigo
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