Poem – The Look of Loss. The Reclamation of Vulnerability

 

There are souls (even now) that walk the spaces between the living and the dead.
If you notice them around is seems they have lost some illusive thread.
Those that have not suffered will not see it in their eyes.

A vulnerability that is naked, it cannot be disguised.
Those that have felt that terrible pain.

Know this soul is seeking to maintain.
Such souls stood at the dock on the river Styx.
While those they loved were so very sick.
And they held their hand as they stepped of that dock.

Then time seemed to stop just like their life’s clock.

Suspended in time, they watched them flow away.

And they did not want to leave or feel the dismay.

But turned they did and came back to life.

Inside their hand they clasp a knife.

That knife was to help them to never forget.
To live a life with no regret.

Because once someone has gone to the other side.

The emotions that we tried to hide.

Will haunt us because we did not let love win the game.

It is terrible to realize when our pride is to blame.

At the end … let life … show us the path.

One that has overflowing love like a warm bath.
All the emotions that we are afraid to feel.

Will become a burning raft that will have great appeal.

Because in the end, that river Styx that flows.

Will show us the path were love always goes.

~Suzanne Wagner~