Post by Honeylioness on Oct 13, 2015 20:29:09 GMT -5
LOSSES
They say it’s a process,
with tidy steps in self-help books,
but they are wrong.
Mourning is a roller-coaster ride ….
sometimes quiet and easy like a flat stretch of track
and then, into the depths again,
your screams unheard outside your heart.
Unexpected turns wrench and shake without mercy.
Carried along the worn ruts of repetitious circling,
you long to get off, but the car won’t stop.
Finally, after forever, you stumble away
leaving behind its bony skeleton,
outlined against blue sky, distantly visible.
Mourning is like that ….
catching your mind at inopportune moments,
reminding you of the wild and unpredictable
sameness of itself,
silhouetted against a normal day.
~ Rebecca Dawson
20 September 1991
They say it’s a process,
with tidy steps in self-help books,
but they are wrong.
Mourning is a roller-coaster ride ….
sometimes quiet and easy like a flat stretch of track
and then, into the depths again,
your screams unheard outside your heart.
Unexpected turns wrench and shake without mercy.
Carried along the worn ruts of repetitious circling,
you long to get off, but the car won’t stop.
Finally, after forever, you stumble away
leaving behind its bony skeleton,
outlined against blue sky, distantly visible.
Mourning is like that ….
catching your mind at inopportune moments,
reminding you of the wild and unpredictable
sameness of itself,
silhouetted against a normal day.
~ Rebecca Dawson
20 September 1991