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
Backwards
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.
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… 🙂
My tears are there with you both. And so much love ♥
That is one of the saddest journeys of manifestation.
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.