There is a place.. an 'in-between space'.. way beyond grief. It holds you captive months, maybe years.. it comes after heartbreak right after the tears. "just not the same" - that's what you say you feel numb and the color is gray. ~ rella
For Joel on your 30th Birthday In the stillness, in the quiet moments when the noise and madness of the world cease to exist... or even matter... I close my eyes and head on back. Without packing a bag or saying goodbye ... back I travel through the years, the smiles, the tears. Back to the immeasurable joy of newborn fingers...tightly curled.. ...around my heart. Back...back to happily ever after and childhood laughter with brown-crayon scribbled art.
straight and tall they stand like steadfast soldiers standing watch guarding precious lives in this parched place I live but cannot call home these past ten years. themselves, more often than not, a safe haven for feathered families reminding me of love through all that is harsh, painful, lonely.