Sunday, April 19, 2009

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,

The prompt was anger.



Blogger Indigo said...

You gave voice to the pain dear friend. I remember the rage that came with mourning. (Hugs)Indigo

April 20, 2009 3:33 PM  

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