
In the aftermath
I pray that you and I can walk hand in hand
Along these corridors of time
Facing experiences we left behind
Extracting the lessons gained
And letting go at least
Some of the pain
There were things that cut
Things going down
That I never understood
Standing alone with no one close
To hold my hand
And so I struggled on
Feeling so lost
And never really knowing
How to make sense of it
Or where to seek refuge
So that now when I am alone
With all of this
Faltering as I do
As the one who remains
Asked to hold it all
There is just so much
I want to let go of
That angered me before
And what my soul longs for
Most of all
Is to find a new way
To stay within this wreckage
While finding a way
To make something beautiful
From all
Of the broken pieces
Beautifully written and very relevant xx
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Thank you, Karen.
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Out of the wreckage, we’re able to build a raft
That’s buoyant enough to sail away…..
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🙂
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