I Wasn’t Alone
It was spring
the sun brightened
the pink petals
on my bedspread
watered by a heavy flow
of tears gushing from
my reddened eyes–
tears taking root
building a home
inside my broken soul.
Palms held together
praying, cradling myself
from the clutching grip
on my heart, how it
seizes the air from my lungs
and burrows holes in
me, tearing down
walls of my
spirited existence.
Muffled wails
shed more streaming tears
into the lonely recesses
of night–
weepy still at dawn.
But in the frail hours
when the comfort
of death promised more
than an agonizing life
an awesome brilliance
shot through my core
a magnanimous energy
plunging deep
placing its hand
on the hostile tumor
eating at my inner peace.
On this day, this light
it came, it held me,
it soothed with sweet breath
and I knew I wasn’t alone.
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