Journey to Your Deepest Self

On the Side of the Road

She’s no one I’ve been
In this lifetime.
Standing in a burnt, barren landscape
The wind ceaselessly blowing
The sky ceaselessly grey,
She is a little child
Left for being a burden.

And I don’t know
Who I’ll be
When I walk in the door.
I can’t see a path to you-
To us.
So I’m feeling my way
Through the darkened rooms
Of our house;
A house haunted
By the echoes
Of expectation, desire and
Something Else-
And the fading after-image
Of our children’s belief in Us.
How their hearts break open
Like eggs
So fragile, so defenseless
When we separate.

I hold her hand
In mine now
And together we make a place
Where something green
Can grow.
And it’s terribly, terribly
Far from here.


4 Responses to “On the Side of the Road”

  1. John says:

    Whoa Kathleen, this pulls me up short. Short of breath, takes back there with you, deep in the grief. Thank you so much for posting this… 🙂

  2. My tears are there with you both. And so much love ♥

  3. Beverly says:

    That is one of the saddest journeys of manifestation.

  4. Whitney says:

    Thank you, this brought up abandonment issues for me, and my beginning to be willing to be self comforting. I only recently shared a memory of being abandoned on earth as a baby–was this a dream? I don’t know, but it left a longing.

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