Thursday, 3 August 2017

Also The Sun Rises

 The whole of me hurts tonight. Some kind of wild porcupine, rattling its quills, has taken up residence in my throat, my lungs, my heart, my ribs, my ears, my voice.

So no words of my own tonight  but this is a poem from

How to Survive the Loss of a Love by Bloomfield, Colgrove and Mc Williams in the chapter on As Healing Continues ....

A new morning 
of a
new life
without you.


There will be others
much finer
much mine-er.

And until then
there is me.

And because I treated 
I like me better.

Also, the sun rises.

I haven't got there yet.

 To fill this nothingness with me is just a leap of imagination too far.

So I make cakes instead.

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