Drop from your life as easily and soundlessly as a turned leaf from the tree
Others are wrenched away with the tearing and agony of losing a limb
and they haunt you the same
you go to use that arm only to remember it's gone
even though you feel the ache of use
the flex in the bend of your elbow
you soldier through the ghost pains
file away regrets and hurt
move forward in life, adapting to the loss
the absence of it turns to acceptance
till a reminder of what used to be comes into your life
a messenger of past days, shared laughter and commiserated tears
and you find yourself again reaching with an arm that's no longer
there
Dreaming dreams of when you used to be whole
when life was innocent and sweet
and hurts were healed just by sharing
why's, when's, how's, no longer matter
only that ghost pain
that reminder that you are not whole
anymore
-
Carrie had this to say:
Wow! You posted.
- 1:02 PM, May 16, 2007
-
had this to say:
beautifully written
- 5:04 AM, May 17, 2007
-
Augs Casa had this to say:
I'm glad you posted, I've been lurking wondering if you stopped. Go read on this post.
- 12:53 PM, May 22, 2007
-
had this to say:
You posted! I miss you. Hope all is well.
- 11:05 AM, May 23, 2007
