For one last time
I am gathering all my strength
Splintered and strewn all over the floor
Like a broken violin–pegs, strings, hair, pieces of wood.
I know I will be sad. I know.
I know I will weep. I know
My eyes will remain steeped
In the night’s darkness
And will often choke on lumps of tear,
Emotions aborted like unborn children.
But I will walk through it
Smiling when I can. 🙂