Bad News And Broken Things

These days, it seems
There is a growing chain
Of bad news and broken things
Weighing heavily on my heart

The disintegrating stuff of life
Falling to pieces at my feet
Countless shards of existence
No broom or dustpan can tidy

I must give way
To the river of sighs and sadness
Saying goodbye to what has been
And hello to fleeting nothingness

Breathing feels different here
Awakening impressions
Of what is true and vital
In any given moment

In the quiet of my room
Wisdom gently speaks
In her softest, clearest voice
“Take it slowly, Dear One…

In a day or two, or one hundred,
This chain will be broken
Life will emerge triumphant
And you will be lifted in its wake.”

© 2023 Gail Barrie