Bright stars shine in skies of slate In this place of dreams and whispers Every wish the dark night offers Echoes morning’s hopeful song Love is near. (The forest sighs) We have been waiting… all our lives.
I lost my husband to suicide in June of 2006. This is my journey through the deep valley of grief with all its anger, denial, guilt, and pain.
It is also my struggle to embrace the future and allow myself to live and love happily, again.
As if that is not enough, this is where I indulge my need to create, with words, the ideas that irritate me like a splinter, until I get them out.
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