Reflections on Living With Loss
23 January 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: sensations
What do you fill the hole with? That hole in your heart where there used to be life.
Reading together, camping trips, shopping adventures, holiday decorating, all hands on deck in the kitchen. Gone.
Staid is the societal expectation. Emotion upsets the artificially calm atmosphere. Not welcome. Still empty.
The days go by as will the years in turn. But in that moment when that darkness blooms, and it will, your knees hit the floor, your hands clutch your chest, you can’t breathe without sobbing.
You cannot deny the gaping wound her death left in your heart. Torn asunder, ragged edges left to drip, drip, drip pain through your fingers.
Irreparable, unnatural, abiding without abating, numbly I walk through life carrying the unwieldy, slippery shards of my heart. It will not be reassembled. Ever.
