Daily missive for Wednesday the 21st of November~by Peter Forster

 

 

Daily missive for Wednesday the 21st of November

How simple is sorrow
When it has a name,
It is denial
That retains most of the pain
The desire to be free
Of the truth
Absolved of guilt
Taken back
Before time
Moved on
Revisiting precious moments
Over again
Straining to
Find a way to outwit
The inevitable
Feeling the ache
Take root
Teetering on the brink
As the hole grows deeper
A vast hollow
Never to be filled
No matter the size
Of the bucket
Never again intact
Frayed at the edges
Running the risk
Of becoming unglued
Bursting apart
Breaking into pieces
Disintegrating
Into fine dust
Ashes blown on the wind
Dispersed
Barely visible
Even in strong light
A dull reflection
Unrecognisable from
Who you were
For better or worse
Grief is a great curve
Demanding to be learned
Make no mistake
There is no rehearsal
Rewind or reversal
You may do well
To remember
Grief is complex
But sorrow, understood
Is simple