This Place - Devastation
Recently, I have been reminded of what it feels like to be on the verge of losing someone you love very much.
Feeling these emotions myselfand watching someone I care about go through the same experience, is what led to writing the following poem.
I am on the other side of this now, but for all who are experiencing it for the first time, I hope this poem will strike a cord of familiarity and also reinforce the belief in our ability to survive a trip on a road that feels like it has no end in sight.
This Place - Devastation
In this place
My tears flow like a river
My sadness adheres to no boundary lines
And love has no rescuer
No healer from the stings
And pangs
Of the scorpion pursuing me
In this place
The roadways lead to infertile ground
Landscapes uncultivated
And barren
I will not inhabit this place
Forever
But for now
This place
Is my abode
Where I remain until
My eviction occurs
Loving support exists
Apart from this place
I see it in the distance
I hear its constant cries
One day I will heed its call
I will return home and
Soak in the rays of
Brightness it offers
For now though
I am in
This place
Learning from the
Solitude
Fully covering its
Territory
Examining its scope
For now
This place
is all I know
