A lifetime of living
And loving
Just doesn't fit
In the package.
The heart, too full.
The tears, too small.
The words, too few
To contain it all.
The loss, too great.
The grief, too new.
The wait, too long.
Dee, I'll miss you.
Cherice Montgomery, August 24, 2007
Bombarded by a steady stream of data, demands, and decisions, she felt fragmented—uncertain of herself and even less certain of her place in the current universe. She wished that a pause button would induce a state of suspended animation, creating a conceptual place outside the fabric of space-time where she could recompose herself. In that space she would collect and consider pieces of herself. She would sift, sort, synthesize, reshape, and revise her thoughts, her life, and herself there.
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heart. Show all posts
Friday, August 24, 2007
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Who?
Who do you tell your heart to when the sun sets on your day?
Who do you share your mind with when ideas leap and play?
Who do you bare your soul to when heartache cracks it like dry earth?
Who do you reach for with your eyes to tell you what you're worth?
Cherice Montgomery, April 2007
Who do you share your mind with when ideas leap and play?
Who do you bare your soul to when heartache cracks it like dry earth?
Who do you reach for with your eyes to tell you what you're worth?
Cherice Montgomery, April 2007
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
For My Friend
When your voice collapsed,
I knew your world had too.
So many layers
Of life
And so much love
Suddenly in pieces
On the floor of your heart.
Sharp shards of
Piercing pain
Etch grief
On every surface
Of the soul.
Heartfelt words
Echo hollowly--
Emphasizing
The emptiness
They were meant to fill.
I knew your world had too.
So many layers
Of life
And so much love
Suddenly in pieces
On the floor of your heart.
Sharp shards of
Piercing pain
Etch grief
On every surface
Of the soul.
Heartfelt words
Echo hollowly--
Emphasizing
The emptiness
They were meant to fill.
My heart aches for you.
November 20, 2005
Once you let someone into you heart, they become a part of who you are, and you become a part of them. Neither divorce, death, nor distance can change that. Love integrates. Grief only testifies of love.
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