I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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11 April 2013


Suffering is what 
he does not have any more. 
Suffering is what I remind myself
he does not have any more.
Suffering is what I saw
him enduring bravely; 
what I found so hard 
to endure seeing. (Trying 
to do so bravely. Trying to 
alleviate, half succeeding, 
but ...). Suffering — his — 
is what I have most cried for
since he died. Silly really;
it's all over now — but still
I weep that it was.
Well, I'm almost done,
I believe. Suffering is not
where I want to keep living.

Poetic Asides April Poem A Day Challenge 2013, 10: Suffering

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