I wrote this at the first funeral I ever attended, scratched it out on the tiny envelope that held my Social Security card. Can still sort of read it to this day.
I am on a beach,
Surrounded by an ocean of tears.
I feel my fire failing.
I want to weep with my family and friends,
But they are wet and chilled,
By their tears and the storm.
I’m trying to provide warmth and light
To comfort them
But if I am unable,
I will be the stone they cling to
As tears fall and wind howls.
I won’t cry, I can’t
Too many people need my strength…
For today at least.
New Vote: I’ll offer up all of the remaining three poems now. “Sunset”, “Beast Within” or “Wires”