The Haunting Struggle To Find Meaning
by ItalianBred - November 21, 2008 1:40pm
listening to some faint echo in my soul my heart mourning the loss
precious gifts taken beyond our control transition to to another plane, ahead of this journey light speeding right past and through me like a cold north wind through my bones while taking some small part of me with it
what am i mourning
is it the loss of the touch, the fear of forgetting that warm smile, the breath of love, the depth of soul that only a true love can reveal or the loss of a part of owness
am i afraid of the enormous responsibility that the vestige of that love is left with me.
drowning in the wake of fear to much anxiety to handle as a sole survivor marooned on this endless iceberg.
praying for grace.
I am
made by that Grace of God and thereby i must go
there is NO OTHER WAY
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