Monday, October 14, 2013

A Mother's Loss

Anger sears deep in her veins
An anger nothing can contain
At a God she does not even believe in 
At people who do not support her passion

But this anger is fueled by a soul deep hole
A sadness nothing can console
A loss as deep as a deadly canyon
On whose edge she stands with no companion

At the bottom of that drop is her beloved son
Gone before his fourth year had begun
Stolen by a disease she could not control
And yet the guilt rakes her to the depths of her soul

This guilt defines her very existence
Anger her body's only resistance
Without it she would fall into this canyon of sorrow
And there would be no movement, no tomorrow

So unable to find purpose in her path's tragic trials
She fights with every step to walk life's miles
Her anger the shield with which she faces the dawn
There is no right way to grieve, no manual for moving on