Words
I find myself falling apart
Quickly shattering
It feels like a kind of dying.
Your words
Broke everything again
All that had been mended
Slow on slow
Is now damaged.
Winds howl and rage
With no leaves to blow
The raven in me sits unseen
In agony.
Everything I touched with tenderness
Pricks like a bramble
Snowflakes that had melted
Ice up again.
Branches I used to cling to..
Have fallen away.
My body is growing
Around a large dark pain.
And if the dust of time will not wither me yet
My being here
Will not be so good again
For sometime yet.
Kristine Byrne. Oct.30th 2013