Post by MIRIAM JACOB on Jan 18, 2008 4:01:05 GMT -5
THE UNMASKING OF GRIEF
I masked my sorrow
but at times it burst,
when the thoughts of the past years
came to the screen of my mind,
I could not help but weep.
Everything went stale and flat,
energy wanes and enthusiasm dies.
The barren days went by
without any knowledge.
Tears cascaded into my lap
like over-sized raindrops.
The weeks and months that followed
were a blur of grief.
My unhappiness brought gloom
to the household.
"No," I told myself,
"I must wake up."
The setting sun was a blazing orange-red,
making the water absolutely glow.
The rain-washed hills looked beautiful.
All alone I tried to get over the sorrow.
Life must continue,
this life is not a bed of roses.
Sorrows and pains,
sickness and bereavement,
all are part of life in this world.
I must move on and take it easy.
© ALEYAMMA JACOB
I masked my sorrow
but at times it burst,
when the thoughts of the past years
came to the screen of my mind,
I could not help but weep.
Everything went stale and flat,
energy wanes and enthusiasm dies.
The barren days went by
without any knowledge.
Tears cascaded into my lap
like over-sized raindrops.
The weeks and months that followed
were a blur of grief.
My unhappiness brought gloom
to the household.
"No," I told myself,
"I must wake up."
The setting sun was a blazing orange-red,
making the water absolutely glow.
The rain-washed hills looked beautiful.
All alone I tried to get over the sorrow.
Life must continue,
this life is not a bed of roses.
Sorrows and pains,
sickness and bereavement,
all are part of life in this world.
I must move on and take it easy.
© ALEYAMMA JACOB