Honeysuckle
and grief
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Dark tendrils wrap my feet
Lingering sweetness;
out of reach.
A warm summer sunset breeze.
Death, my loyal consort;
--Omnipresent.
As the branches I grasp crack and splinter.
Hands perfumed with musty earth.
Grief swells into my throat
flooding my vision.
A river too deep to wade.
I walk away.
Footsteps thrum within my chest as gongs.
Silent but getting faster.
Knots twisting in my belly.
I walk away.
Within the darkness of my solitude,
I sit within my grief.
Knees buckle beneath the weight.
A red beast rising from the depths to drag me under.
Enmity etched in his bones.
Deep
Red
Angry
Hungry
We meet and we are one.
Flood breaking into choking sobs;
I stay.
Chest expelling retched howls.
I stay.
Until I lay in the silt of the empty river bed.
I stay.
From behind closed eyes, I emerge.
From a chrysalis of dirt.
Damp silt drips from extended arms as wings.
I am cold as I envelop myself in a blanket of kindness.
I am afraid as I hold myself with love.
I am the child
I am the mother.
I am vulnerable,
joyUnderstanding Fear GriefjoyLovejoyjoy? ohh Dare I say it? JOY
From the darkness
She shines her light,
Illuminating my shadowed heart.
I extend my muddy hands.
Welcome home.
Β©2025 Andrea Curran
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I never knew we could write like this, but at the same time who says we can't!? I love your work π
I really like how you presented joy, scattered, really adds creative flair to the work