Sadness — sometimes when you let it come
the force of it takes you by surprise
like the first winds of a summer thunderstorm
blowing from where had been glaring blue sky
Drops prick at your eyelids
like spatters on the sidewalk
as the swelling ache inside pushes
pushes past the stops where you could choose shame or fear or resistance
but you let it come
Like a tree your body bends under the weight
arms sheltering your face
as it melts with heaviness
fingers tighten over nothing
reaching for what once was and is no more
It pours over you
all that you have lost
all that you have wanted and never had
the times you broke and hurt working against the grain of the universe
and the times the broken grain of the universe crushed you
the little losses from last week and last month
mixing with the still-tender bigger ones from longer ago
in the chaos of memories and pain
your heart howls its fury and questions and prayer
Slowly the thunder lessens
and the wind ceases tearing
you huddle in the darkness
muscles softening as you feel the weight slip away
and in the hollow where your tears had been
there is space and quiet
You open your eyes and find yourself a child
bathed in light
bent by the weight of the universe
but not broken
Ahh, this is so wonderful. I relate so deeply to this. Thank you for writing this, B.
Surely He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows… He is our comforter. Very descriptive poetry. Poignant.
Your words has always bring comfort to my broken soul ; – )
As once an mother, my son in heaven and my daughter as like pull out
of my arm’s ; – (
Glad you found some comfort, Ann. May you know more and more that you are loved and not alone in your sadness.