Saddest Lines
The harrowing
Tormenting void
Taunts me
With its empty spaces
And reverberating silences
Vacant chairs
Small reminders
Empty wallet, glasses,
a book, marked
Where last it was held by living hands
A mat, with strands of black hair
From the companion who once lay beside me,
Adoring eyes watching
Trapped in a crevice above a seemingly
Black, bottomless void
Where life is extinguished
I feel
Helpless! Hopeless! Heart crushed!
Nothing to lose
I reach and, taking part of the void and leap
Pirouette, suspended
above the empty space
Spinning, weaving, rebelliously
Forming a lid
to fill the back, bottomless void
that would cloak and
Ruthlessly claim me.
Yes, that’s about what it’s like. Beautiful and sad at once, Heather.
imogen88
May 18, 2008 at 11:21 am
This is a close one, Heather. Fran
Fran
May 18, 2008 at 11:37 am
sadly, ruthlessly honest – do take care and may art help the healing process along, even if it doesn’t erase the loneliness – kerry
kvwordsmith
May 18, 2008 at 12:48 pm
Oh, Heather, this really tuigs on the heart strings. A very moving piece, and so sad.
Vi
woodnymph
May 18, 2008 at 2:34 pm
- such loss, beautifully expressed.
Jill
May 18, 2008 at 3:29 pm
This hits the reader right in the heart– everyone has been here or will be soon enough.
Lori
May 18, 2008 at 4:47 pm
Heather, straight to the heart! Words loaded with depth and healing. Beautiful! Genece
espirit07
May 19, 2008 at 1:44 pm
So vivid and honest and sad.
jodhiay
May 19, 2008 at 1:47 pm
Heather, beautiful and tearingly sad. This one came straight from the soul, didn’t it?
shewolfy728
May 19, 2008 at 2:31 pm
How can we ever mend a broken heart? It feels impossible, and yet day by day we get the courage to carry on. Words help, both written and spoken–by us and to us. Others have already traveled the path, more stumble along behind us. Loss is universal; somehow we survive. Crying with you, Heather.
porchsitter
May 19, 2008 at 3:41 pm
A very beautiful tribute, Heather, and yes, sadness needs to be expressed, but for me, just not yet. I still feel the weight of Kassidy in my arms, but I just have no words there.
gailkav
May 19, 2008 at 10:53 pm
dealing with the loss of a loved one is always difficult and their absence feels – weirdly – like a presence – hard to explain, I know
Traveller
May 26, 2008 at 2:48 pm