The remembering

Remember this cold dust That fell like fractured starlight on our dreams As our bones were ground to ash With the hurts we could not speak That lay buried deep inside the marrow Aching with a silent pain That could find no words

Here you are Like a specture Emptied fully Of all the ways you knew

Now there is only vacancy and a deep silence That falls over every room How could things be so altered And all in so little time

We had too much heartbreak To absorb It fully There was just a shattering Which lay to waste Every road home And yes, cold dust was all that remained

Alone in the dark With no seeming way forward We reached for straw To fill the hollow spaces left by absence And an agonising unspoken sorrow covered everything In a blanket of snow Our souls grown weary and cold

We were told to forget What was too painful to remember

Now years later We realise the awful truth

As cold dust becomes warm ash

We burn deeply inside With the remembering

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Published by: emergingfromthedarknight

"The religious naturalist is provisioned with tales of natural emergence that are, to my mind, far more magical than traditional miracles. Emergence is inherent in everything that is alive, allowing our yearning for supernatural miracles to be subsumed by our joy in the countless miracles that surround us." Ursula Goodenough How to describe oneself? People are a mystery and there is so much more to us than just our particular experiences or occupations. I could write down a list of attributes and they still might not paint a complete picture pf Deborah Louise and in any case it would not be the full truth of me. I would say that my purpose here on Wordpress is to express some of my random experiences, thoughts and feelings, to share about my particular journey and explore some subjects dear to my heart, such as emotional recovery, healing and astrology while posting up some of the prose/poems which are an outgrowth of my labours with life, love and relationships. If anything I write touches you I would be so pleased to hear for the purpose of reaching out and expressung ourselves is hopefully to connect with each other and find where our souls meet.

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