six months

six months November 9, 2011

sometimes there is
no bright side
no silver lining
sometimes the grass is really greener
because there it is
and here it is not
sometimes no words of comfort
no healing balm
and all you can do
– what you must do –
is feel and feel
and weep and feel
until you’re all cried out
your heart dried up
and everything
is a gift

but even still
the dark is not the gift
nor even the light that seeps
into it
but the knowing it
cannot stay dark
though a cloud may
ever hang

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