Symbols of Loss


I am split,


  Stripped bare and prickly,


Unmoored and abandoned, a boat out of water,


Am having trouble seeing things clearly, and for what they are.  What is grief, what is diversion, what is the truth in all these emotions?  Where is my dad?

Trained to be strong, to deny feelings, I am determined to ride the waves of emotions, to go through another loss that brings up all the others, and to continue to live and love through it all.


I’m calling on angels, calling on loved ones who’ve helped me through this week, I’m calling on writing to make sense of this chaos.  And reaching to my readers who might say, “I know what she means, I’ve felt that too.”