Picking Up Roots

Letting Go

loss lurks on the fringes,
a disease waiting to strike

too often
coming as a surprise,
we fail to understand
its crushing inevitability;

we may know
nothing is forever,
but have we explored
what that means
are we prepared
for what we hold precious -
what we love -
to be taken

none of are immune,
still we go on

Loss

silent tears
slide from eyes
wracked by pain;

the soul
torn apart
feels -
in this moment -
as though
it will never heal;

in this moment
the memories hurt,
reminding us of all
we have lost;

in time
they will bring
mourning smiles;
bittersweet feelings
of sad joy
as you bathe
in the good
they brought
to your world

Calm

the soft sky
begins to take on
the brightness
of the rising sun,

the early morning
is quiet,
its peace
reaches into
the recesses
of the soul -
last night's restlessness
disappears -

the golden light
is warmth,
it provides a calm
you never know you need
until it washes over you