Cold Resonation

Author’s Note: I’ve been hard places that I rarely speak of, and yet something in them pushes through at certain times of the year. I was blessed to get out; this is in memory of those who didn’t and don’t. Republished and revised with my permission from my original blog at https://kittiephoenixromans08.wordpress.com/2016/08/20/cold-resonation/

Fractured mosaic shards
Swirl in a kaleidoscope–
Year after year,
Fuzzy then clear,
Far and then near.
A flash of light around their heads,
The sound of a hammer cock from his hand–
No bang…
Yet year after year
The boom resonates.
A weary soul
Fell wilted and lifeless
Waiting for the right kiss.
The body presented
Week upon week
Spent and used,
Finally blowing away on a summer breeze.
The ghosts in the eyes
Of old acquaintances
Haunt my dreams
And stalk my waking memory.
Forgiven by His Grace,
But still a dead woman wandering
In my heart,
Yet I still live and move and breathe.
May the shards never become knives.
May I never again cause kith and kin fear of my death
And pain of my separation.