Sometimes grief is like the jaws of life;
Take me out of the wreck,
ragged
bloody
Teach me
to sing through my tears,
to walk the tightrope,
faint line between keening and
praising.
Who will catch me next time?
© 2011
Sometimes grief is like the jaws of life;
Take me out of the wreck,
ragged
bloody
Teach me
to sing through my tears,
to walk the tightrope,
faint line between keening and
praising.
Who will catch me next time?
© 2011