There are some griefs so loud
They could bring down the sky,
And there are griefs so still
None knows how deep they lie,
Endured, never expended.
~May Sarto
Sorrow does not need a safety net
the ghosts of loss and regret never do
they walk through walls
and dance on high beams with eyes closed
resilient like a Maytag appliance….they survive floods
follow us to new homes holding our hand
even as we reach out ours to the world
they watch us sleep filling our empty glass as only grief
can do
I have spent nearly 50 years holding this truth
you can try to brace yourself
or try to let it go
but it quietly waits
in the silence of knowing
and the clatter of forgetfulness
a patient child waiting to speak
whether you acknowledge it or not
it is there
a whisper of remembering
that can transfix or move you
right back to 9 years old in a waiting room
with words of sympathy upon a loved one’s lips.
Sorrow does not need a safety net
ReplyDeletethe ghosts of loss and regret never do
they walk through walls - wonderful.
I love those lines too! So powerful. What a beautiful, powerful piece!
DeleteAn incredibly deep, personal work of art, Carrie. I felt your pain.
ReplyDeleteYou've gotten into the marrow of grief here. I am so sad for whatever has left its lingering sorrow with you.
ReplyDeleteI could connect to this poem so much! Thank you
ReplyDeleteSo deep, so profound. Luv this Sunday offering
ReplyDeleteMuch❤love
A moving piece.
ReplyDeleteI'm all for whispered remembrances. ♥
ReplyDeleteOh Carrie, what a marvelous poem - the loss and regret that accompany us and "dance on high beams with eyes closed"......and the devastating scene at the end, which intuits being too much grief for a nine year old to bear.
ReplyDeleteSome stuff will always be there, it's the truth.
ReplyDeleteLots to think of here, Carrie. I feel for the impatient child, she/he isn't understanding in the beginning. They know the deed or result but not the understanding. Sad, happy, they relate to their own experiences. 50 years is a long time but I remember some injustices older than that. My first funeral to attend was while I was in the military.
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Grief is always a sleeping beast Carrie, waking at such unexpected times.
ReplyDeleteThis hits right to the soul of grief. It waits like an insistent child to be heard. It's always with us.
ReplyDeleteOne has to put up with lots of eventualities. Grief unfortunately will affect anybody without discriminating
ReplyDeletechoices of those unfortunates.
Hank
Sad, and lovely.
ReplyDeleteA poem of grief sadness pain and loss.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much everyone for taking the time to read it. Wishing you all a safe and wonderful week.
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The past can be brought back with a simple thing and start to haunt you again... Many will feel the depth of the poem.
ReplyDeleteHugs.