Tuesday, June 12, 2007

MY ANGER OVER OUR LOSS



MY ANGER OVER OUR LOSS

You don’t get it?
Am I so unfair?
Is all of my sorrow
Really too much to bear?
Has my stark nakedness
Become so obscene?
Where’s your stick-with-it-ness?
Am I now so mean?

Maybe you’re right
I’ve refuse to let go.
I’ve held on so long
I’ve neglected our soul.
I wave it about
To let everyone know.
It’s all that I am
since I couldn’t let go,
You’re right
It’s enough.
It’s time to let go,
But it’s part of me now.
Without it, I’m small.
And maybe there’s nothing of me
left at all.


2 comments:

bartzturkeymom said...

Marcail, these raw emotions cut through everything. It is heart-breakingly sad. Well written!

Southern Writer said...

Brave and beautiful! Brava!