Though I wrote this poem some time ago, it pretty much captures how I’m feeling after last week. Chadwick Boseman, Jacob Blake, and the general ongoing cf that is 2020. It’s a lot. Overwhelming, in fact. But…one must keep pushing through. So for today, I rest. And tomorrow, I try again.
Try Again
Right now
I am shallow-breathing
That’s about that all I have left…
Yes…
Yes…
All that I have left
In the empty well inside myself
Is a shred of breath.
Everything else
Vacuumed out of my veins like a reverse transfusion
By love
And by the loss thereof
And I do not have the strength to put any of it back
So
Blood, Pollack-like, spatters in slow motion on the
Tattered canvas of my life
But by fate, by grace,
There’s still one
Determined, stubborn crimson drop
Left behind
Like a survivor of Katrina, she waits…
She waits bowed, and crouched, and huddled inside.
She will not give up the fight.
She will not give up the fight.
She will not abandon ship or leave her home.
She and my breath unite.
They join hands, and looking at each other, ask:
“Shall we try again?”
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So very poignant!
Thanks, Mama. <3