Sometimes below the tears

that fall gently like the summer rain

resolve falters and

that brave front weighs too heavy

Somehow among the rack and ruin

you find the courage to

fall into the unknown

and release the desperation

Grief is like that

States of emergency muddled

with stress and too many decisions

disappear or at least rearrange

and those hands that you’ve

clenched and wrung find

a softer place to hold

Those tears still fall

but blessed with an angelic fluidity

sparse with the decadence

of every memory

there is

some comfort

 

 

photo: Pixabay
prompts: Mindlovesmisery’s Menagerie, #DimpleVerse, #PoemTrail, Lyric Ideas