Abiding Grief

A family shattered by
the grief that they withheld.
Sinking deep into the wishing well.
They needed to believe that they could
leave it all behind themselves somehow.
Abiding in the prison of the now.
A scent of smoke. The fire broke out
into every sense they thought they knew.
Sizzling, it vaporized
the tired paths of normal life.
Shattering the meaning of all matter.
Battering against the walls so long
imagined there to keep them safe.
Exploding into images of space.
Just when it seemed the night
would never end, the pain breaks free.
The suffering is ended for a while.
Sunlight turns the air into a sparkle.
The light and dark abiding in it all...

? Michaelette ?

3/19/2005
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