Lesson 10
I never was struck before that hourwhen love’s last burden left me bleeding,
and now I sit in a grief devoured,
unafraid of baring a pain fleeting,
because I know this pain will go
the way of memories that live
in transience, like last year’s snow
becomes the delicious dew in spring.
I’ll wait for pain to settle because
all I can do is let it sit and be.
I’ll wait for time to do as it does,
as it has always done, and just breathe,
because this is the last damn sorrow,
the last damn burden from a love
I thought I owned but only borrowed
and that too for not long enough.
Flowers are not winter’s choice,
but love’s bed is of petals laden,
and loss is sung by some crisp voice
with thorns in throat. The song is grating,
yet I listen, nursing an ache
I know will stop if I let go.
For what? Leave me with my heartbreak.
The last gift of a love now cold.
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2024-07-30 at 11:37
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