Catharsis
Or so I’ve been told there is drama
in the afterlife
but I am quick in begging to differ
having already experienced
a time or two the act of purgation
You see I’ve long since cried
my last tear
long before my last breath
experiencing or better yet
coming to terms with stepping
through to the other side
I am like a leaf discovered
by a child after a long long winter
pressed and preserved
in psalm one seventeen
soon thereafter stitched together
and placed back on the vine
I’ve missed you more
than you will ever know
but I will always remind you
[in my own little way]
that I never really did leave
I simply ridded myself of everything
that never truly belonged to me
january two thousand nineteen
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This is stunning. Stanza 3 contains such elevated poetry.
thank you very much xo
Few people can expose raw materials like a Scorpio. This poem is a glimpse into your mind. Excellent writing!!!
Thank you for stopping by and sharing your thoughts on this poem, Star xoxo
An amazing poem, what you’re expressing resonates strongly in me. The soul of the poem gives grace to the sadness of being human.
Thank you for visiting here, Judy, and sharing your thoughts on this piece.
You’re welcome Matthew