Loss and Light

Absence fills the silence
with shadowy wings
becomes a raven
sharp-taloned,
razor-beaked
I cower

loss too
immense
for comprehension
would lay my body down
be consumed, but for
the children’e eyes pinning me
their woeful gazes,
begging to be uplifted
I am abandoned
and not
a flicker
called to be
beacon.

(Art from personal collection)

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Permission to write, paint, and imagine are the gifts I gave myself when chronic illness hit - a fair exchange: being for doing. Relevance is an attitude. Humour essential.

19 thoughts on “Loss and Light”

  5. I don’t know how to explain it, but I really liked the line lengths in this poem. It’s as if, your feelings are small or have to be controlled, while the overpowering, silence, demands(needs) of others are greater and you have to attend to that…then again, I could be way off, but I really liked it!

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