He’s Gone

In darkened room
I lie, willing blackness
to obliterate blackness.

A scream, unearthed
from dankness
shatters the silence,
echoes off heartless walls,

shock waves reverberate
relentless torment

seventeen years…
committed, no…
dedicated

ripped away

leaving me

nothing

I fall, spiral
reel out of control

breaking down

tomorrow,
the children will return
the house will fill again,
and I will pick up
these shards,
piece together
some semblance
of normalcy,
and begin
to rebuild

in the dark.

(Written for dVerse pub, where Lillian is hosting with a challenge to focus on time:  “To everything there is a season…”)

 

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57 comments

  1. Some seasons indeed dark. Yet the darkness eventually yields to a new light as we accept the dark. Your poem takes me back to the 1979 night my husband cleared his closet and walked out – leaving me and our 2 kids. One of the first lights to come on was the realization that I now had BOTH SIDES of the walk-in closet; I proceeded to claim one little advantage after another.

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  2. I lost my husband of 23 years when I was just 45. I so resonate with what you’ve written … and now, in retrospect, knowing indeed it is possible to rebuild.

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      1. I’m imagining, VJ. I’ve been lucky in some of my choices. But the idea of individuality is the same. Our children are not us, interchangeable. They’ll go their own ways and we have to deal with our sorrows in our own way.

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  3. A beautiful and heartbreaking piece. I look forward to reading your work. Such a relief to hear people speak painful truths….I think our facebook “look at my happy life” focus in this country is doing is damage in many ways.

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  4. “Our children are not us”–true dat’. I’m happy that the poem is configured out of old pain, because as a good poet, you present pain to us as a slice of reality. “Write what you know”,the teachers say–cool, but what about fantasy, Sci Fi, Gothic, Westerns and such.

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  5. There is no time scale for grief, often we have to pick up and move on before we finish processing. I really like how you organized this piece, the spacing between the lines when you are alone with your grief, and then all the lines without spacing at the end when you just have to get on with life. It really enhances the feeling.

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  6. There is a lot of grief and pain in your words. I hope that writing poems like this has brought forth a sense of peace for you. I know that writing can help me to better understand what I have experienced.

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