Try as I might,I cannot manage to organise my thoughts;
to work through things chronologically
or in a systematic way.
Snatches of memories, or fleeting emotions
distract me, and I lose my way.
Just lately, I’ve managed to hold the pain,
that overwhelming tragedy,
at arm’s length, allowing some functionality.
Then I fell asleep for two hours during the day,
and when I awoke, I remembered the truth again.
It doesn’t get any easier;
each realisation packs the same emotional punch as before.
Still, a few hours of work, a bit of studying
and plenty of household chores
have shown me how I might be able to transplant elements of my old life
into this new one that I don’t like very much.
I will build them around the yawning chasm
that currently threatens to subsume me whole,
with the hope that it won’t always seem so daunting.
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PoetryAnatomy of a Loss (3)
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You’ve written this with an exhaustive presence, having gone though so much recently. I feel it too, through your well chosen word choices.
Hang in there. Live brightly.
hello beautiful Ellie I am very sorry for your loss this beautifully written and laced with your sorrow hugs ❤️