Longings

Longing

The phone rings with sounds of sadness defeat
and muffled groaning in my ear. Sadly Clear!
My sunlight hours are not meant to shine or even
to be mine! They are harpoons, waiting to be
launched into defenseless flesh. Nothing fresh.
But I will not cry today.

Pointless acts of discontent and fallout from
decisive years. Tears. They are ever on the mind
and in the eyes. But we find a way to stay.
As still shall I.
But I will not cry.

Birds yet sing outside my door, in the tall
trees, natural and free, unlike me. Obligations
that come to play in this imprisoned mind find me
equipped to continue still.
Cease the flow!
These tears shall not let go.

Put all on hold, all that I may fancy
for essential parts of life, mother,
friend or wife. That which I should do,
too long anticipated, now out of grasp.
Nothing lasts. And I am feeling it to
the depths of my soul.
But, for now, I choose to be whole.
And I will not weep this day.

Though you have gone away.

Poetry written by Janet Spivey, 2009
Music: "Weathering the Storm, (c) 2007 by Bruce De boer.
Used with permission."