And We Grow!

And We Grow!

By: Nancy Jean

 

 

I stood over your freshly dug grave

bra-less in the wrong colored shoes.

Tousled out of morning to this day

where silence trumps all that’s been said.

Chasms deepen and ripple with mourning…

how much truly can one soul impart.

Followed and haunted, remembering

all the roads that we’ve run

all the ways of our hearts.

Nothing seems real here

not this morning…

not this dirt now under my soles.

Life runs and conquers

leaving us wondering

so much

so deeply

And We Grow!

 

 

 

(2014 Poetry Contest, 1st Place)

Nancy Jean