Sometimes
sometimes love
is not enough to hold a person
from becoming a dream
sweet love has become my forever sorrow
my hair a spider web hanging
a cloak of grief my comfort
I drown in memories that come on wings
my love could not hold him in this worldly realm
so quiet and weary as a rock
I tried to join him in his empty space
for, I loved him with all my heart . . . still
but love could not heal his soul
our love had come unbidden
and had grown like a wild wandering vine
but, sometimes, love is not enough
the day was a winter wonderland of white.
and I could not hold him here,
he had died inside already before he died
I wanted to scream at him
at the funeral - why throw this love away . . .
people whispered in low voices gossiping
but I heard them . . . poor girl
what will she do-
weeping was something I did a lot
'till I found the strength- within
for I had been lost in a ravaged garden wandering
because . . . sometimes love is not enough
______________________________
September 8, 2019
Poetry/Free Verse/Sometimes
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1179461
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Sometimes, Love Is Not Enough
sponsor, Silent One
Second Place
|