I leave the land
of empty darkness
reach for the lamp
that reveals
the day ahead
where I do the things
that make me
me
where even on the cloudiest day
it is the daylight
that gives life meaning
until night
when I reach for the lamp
to enter again
to enter again
the land of empty darkness
where dreams are no longer allowed.
John A.
Bayerl, April 25, 2012
Sometimes, not always, I feel like this poem. It describes what grief can feel like at times. I feel fortunate that I am able to write about it and "share it with the world." More and more,I find myself entering fully into life with the conviction that the more I help and love others the stronger I will become. I suppose it's the old truism that the more we give the more we get, but it feels much more real than those trite words. It's good to be in this transition stage and exciting to see what may be next.
Dear, you always brought life to my life; there was never any empty darkness.
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