A GRIEVER'S JOURNEY
While my heart beats and pumps my
life blood, another part of it is still.
The part of it that used to love.
Chambers of only darkness and sadness,
where lies only dusty prints of memories
of the ones I love.
Don't tell me not to weep or they are in
a better place, for it is not for them I weep,
but for myself. Let me be, I must walk down
into the very pits of sorrow, and wail and
mourn.
I am the one who has been left here alone.
It is my pain, my sorrow, my loneliness.
It is my sad journey.
When it is time, I will come back. I will
lift my face to the sun, and Great Spirit
will know my battle has been won.
He will give my heart new chambers to
fill with new loves, yet never trying to
replace what was, but making better
what is to come.
On the old dark, dusty chambers a door
will close, but through a window their
memories will forever
glow.
Dorothy - Whitehawk (c)1995
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