Posted in Breathing under water

The way out…

“The Way Out Is Through”
― Mark Epstein, The Trauma of Everyday Life

the way out

I’m lagging behind
dragging my feet.
I’m incomplete.

A desolate
an empty space.
I wake in the morning to imprint your face.

When emptiness speaks,
my heartache rings,
on own my heartstrings!

I step into shadows,
again I am dense.
Weighed down
by sorrow,
the chasm

Acquiescing to pain,
tears must flow,
by reflections
of liquid woe…

I forage for light,
some kind of relief.
I’m hemorrhaging out
and swimming
in grief!

There’s no way around.
I must go through,
immersed in heartache,
I’m renewed!




I am an unknown introvert who desires to touch the world with a little bit of magic...

17 thoughts on “The way out…

    1. Thanks Natalie, I really appreciate your love and support. I have longer periods of feeling okay between the bouts of grief now. Loosing my cat threw me off balance and reminded me of the fragility of life. Feeling the intensity is part of the healing process, I believe. You help just by shining your light sweet Natalie. Lots of love ❤️❤️❤️

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