Oh God! Oh agony!
Throb that has been cast on me!
Oh silent searing
in my soul!
This violent breaking
of my home!
My womb, my mother
from where I was born.
My roof, my shelter
from this life's storms.
Hacked off from me
like limb from body.
Hands gone from me,
like wind not breathing.
Meandering, I'm grounded
to this earth.
Wandering unfounded,
still I search.
Her laughter, her being,
my ears bleed with strain,
to hear her tell me
she loves me again.
But an empty cold hearth
I receive.
Her safety and warmth,
I feel only in dreams.
~ written April 2018
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A votive that has un-mothered
PoetryA collection of grief poems from losing my mother to cancer. I may or may not keep this up here. I doubt there's any audience for this kind of thing on this site. Trigger warning. Lots of raw imagery in these poems. You can follow Rachel's work on...
