Turmoil
By H.A. Handy
Copyright (c) 2006 by H.A. Handy
Hurting
Like the slow ache of death itself
Swirling into nothingness
Existing in everything
Rejected
Accepted
Words meaning nothing
Yet somehow everything
Lost
Inside and out
Torn in two by
This
Feeling
Wondering where to begin
How to end
Is there an answer
Because
There doesn't seem to be
A beginning
To anything
Grief
On so many levels
Trying to hide its result
Trying to forget
Times
Past in shadows and happy mists
Voices that still rumble
With laughter and joy in my dreams
Causing
Me to wonder
Where am I supposed to be
In the present
Past
Turmoils bubbling from the depths
Joys rising and falling like waves
Lost inside everything.
I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
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1 comment:
My dear, I have only been reading for about a week. In all honesty I was becoming almost tired and bored, but I see the gems fall unheralded. This is the sort of open honesty that could cause someone to fall in love with you just by the sorrow you can convey.
- An Admirer
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