Wednesday, May 31, 2017

For John and Jacqueline I can

Four years
and my veil is lifted
gently

It seems like I haven't
been able to really
breathe

till now

and now that I can,
the colors are coming back
the pain pricks sharper,
shorter

and oh!
but I shake my head
at the foolish things
I have done

I notice the crowd
surrounding me
and see
how few of them
can even pretend
to understand

and I can hear
hear her
hear her reaching from my heart
down my throat into my soul

some mystical version
of vine like self
I hear her
whispering my need
to be
kind, brave

and the wind taps my shoulder
so I turn my head

oh, yes.  Yes, that honors them too

I must also be kind and brave
for Me