THE PARTING REQUIEM by Grace Sharra

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Guest Writer's Profile:

Name: Grace Athauye Sharra

PenName: Grace Sharra

Genre: Poems

Profession: Secondary School teacher 

Location: Bunda-Lilongwe, Malawi


THE PARTING REQUIEM


Today this heart feels like

A death that finally arrived

Tired, painfully but O so glad

to finally locate this ghost of a home.

And me wearer at soul for waiting too long.

Weighed down by the sour foretaste

of this eventual end

I hurt all the same for this letting go

that takes with it

All that was once graceful, glorious, lender and full of promise

Today, I feel a lot of sad things in this my belly

As I sit bloated from a perpetual

swallowing of your indifferences

and all those choicy little hurts so small they nibbled away at my heart with stings like mean bites of broken glass on a dragged soul

That cut me up so unkindly and left my bloody hopes all over the place

Battered and bleeding noiselessly across the indifferent time

Severing all that was once tender and soft and you

Today, be kind to me for losses I can't put words on

I fail to latch on this avalanche of so many griefs bursting at seams with some clever euphemisms to avert curious gazes

Today, I break down and flail helplessly into the comfort of eternal darkness awaiting to hug me with soothing balm onto this my wretchedness,

And kindly hold me erect as I stand reeling before the fresh mound

Of all beautiful tender things we once were and can no longer be

Watching it's belly still round and soft with the "what was" that I painfully miscarried from the hollow of my heart

Today, I bury a lot of things that were once love;

Today, I bury a lot of things that were once you and me.

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