Cathartic
You are gone.
The sound of the rain
the shock and the stillness
like spilling glass beads on the floor
endlessly echoes
the tangle of my emotions
sloshing and swirling,
thrashing against each other
like a bird caught in a hurricane
a downpour of grief and a silhouette of acceptance
when the beads stop falling
will I be able to hold water in my hands
and string together something beautiful?
Author: Melanie Martin
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