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,
someday.


The prompt was anger.

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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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