without (a poem)

Angel of Grief Statue. A beautifully carved statue of an angel with her head down, forehead on her crossed arm, weeping in utter grief.

i find myself without.

words have always,
ALWAYS been here for me.

yet, now,
in this moment,
they bring no comfort;
their strength all but lost,
washed away in the waves.

at times like this,
words seem only to get in the way.

on such a day,
when no adjective consoles,
no subjective clause can adequately describe,
no facts can alter
what I know in my heart to be true;
and no words can fully express what i feel.

Your presence speaks comfort
when words are not enough.
Having you here,
by my side,
feeling the warm embrace
of those I hold dear,
comfort and healing are found
there.

i may…

i WILL
need time.
time to myself,
with family,
with friends.

time to grieve,
to cry,
to laugh,
to heal.

…and for you
to hold in your heart
the grace
to watch me go through it
all
over
again.



in time, the words may return

but, for now,


i find myself without.

 



~ elr

 




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1 Comment

  1. My sentiments exactly, Evelyn, though written more eloquently. Thank you.

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