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Tears are my companions in the dark realm where my thoughts dwell would that I could escape prickling shards of happiness their passing brief is but a reminder ofac my pain burrowing deeper into the darkness I squeeze shut my mental eyes brighter moments bob and float life fireflies in a darkening night my mind's eye shifts away seeking the comfort of shadows the absence of light my heart grudgingly follows e'en as it tugs to escape the darker path the deeper me would take. enfolded in my mantle black in this void I'm more secure... for now, I'll wander bleaker lands explore the colder climes... nighttime in my soul, you see I must bed down here for awhile and when my wintry slumber deep is done mayhap... when I arise.... the fireflies will still be waiting. *** REFLECTIONS In each darkened teardrop, within the watery veil I see myself reflected; a ghost with tales to tell. Shadowy and light--a collage of both; the juxtaposition of beauty and dread, weave to complete the picture; paint the colors the day has bled. Yet beyond the tears of sadness, past visions of blue-gray pain, lies brighter memories... in my images of the day. E'en when twilight falls; and shadows fill the night, each darkened teardrop disappears, yet...I can still espy the light. © 2001 Kathy Pippig Harris Kathy lives in Central California's San Joaquin Valley with her husband and furry family. She is a weekly columnist for the publication "Frank Talk" and a published author of five novels. She states, "Were it not for her need, desire, and love of writing -- she would surely go mad!"
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