If I were an object, I would say I was lost
if broken I would hope to be fixed
found by a stranger, I hope they would rescue me
but, \I am not an object,
I am not lost, nor am I broken
So I don’t need to be found, or fixed
Life is not playing a trick on me
I am in mourning, lost in my own thoughts
realizing that I am in uncharted territory
like a butterfly I am buffeted by the wind
there is no place to hide
on the outside I shimmer and shine
while inside I dip and dive
from the sublime to mediocre moments
while I wait for the painful reality of now
becomes tomorrow
and another day.
I miss what was
no more no less
Q
Do I feel stressed, no, but tonight I am sad, in May it will be a year since my husband passed…I am overwhelmed at times, at just how much awareness I have of how love is a blessing in all its forms. Thank you my dearest friends, when you reach out, it is a balm and a reminder that love is Universal – You are appreciated and fill my heart with gratitude. I love you!
PL Precept # 11 Always be with God
PL Precept #18 Each moment is a turning point
Oyashikiri
butterfly – by Zky
Comments on: "lost and found" (6)
May this ease with time – although there will always be triggers
thank you dear Derrick….warm hug back to you….
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🤗 Hugs. Well-stated sentiments in your poem.
I am with you in your mourning. My daughter passed away in November 2017. It is getting easier. I enrolled in college to earn a degree in art! That has helped the most. Losing a husband, your love and partner must be so difficult and lonely. Know that I’m thinking of you.
thank you Steph, I count my blessings everyday… muahXX