Yesterday early morn when the internet was still available I
started deleting photos (a process in progress) to free up
And then I came across a ‘shortcut’ only to find numerous
photos and documents relocated when technology decided
to take over.
Lovely, I thought to myself as I proceeded to access each
and decide if to keep or place in recycle bin.
Then I found a poem I’d written in 2018 and thought I’d
repost it after my errands were completed for the day.
Surprise, surprise ‘no internet connection’ which lasted for
Today I searched the year I posted the poem on here and
with 12 months to the calendar year of course the last one
I accessed showed the poem.
In shock I looked at the format and wondered why the
words followed one another rather than in a poem’s format.
Anyway, I’ll repost the poem I wrote.
“The Empty Hole”
Exterior thankful whole
Interior broken heart holds
Grief assimilates tides ebbs and flows
Five stages conclusion sudden undertow
Sadness empty gape forever unpaved
Thankful ‘Lord’ concrete faith to me gave
No prelude exhaustive process loss
Survivors bear unfathomable cross
Acceptance unchosen future alone alas
Society’s behaviors liken senseless crass.
I read this and to myself thought how
little my thoughts and feelings changed
during the past three plus years following
penning this poem.
Imprisoned by emotions: