I just need the space, the time to cry
until I can weep no more
but it feels the tears refuse to dry
and well eternally, a spring inside.
Sometime soon, in that brighter timeline,
we welcome another little Loved One
into the family of those who breathe.
And sometime soon, in this reality, instead
I reconcile the grief prevailing
with love.
Love I once knew to be unfailing.
Love I cling to in darkness, still
waiting for dawn to breathe anew.
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