Monday, January 12, 2009


My knees buckle under my grief.
I find myself half-way to the floor overwhelmed.

So out of the blue.

So encompassing.

The sobs are dry.
Almost detached from the hurt.
My face scrunches.
But as my heart opens
And pain aches through my body,

Everything cries out and weeps in loss.


Ann G. Matthews said...

I cried!

Julie said...

I love the imagery. I could see and almost feel the anguished cries. Sometimes I think the soul can take no more and that is how my soul cries out. Thank you for sharing.