by Wanda Brayton

Created on: November 11, 2009

I Shall Not Perish Gasping From Grief

I shall not perish
gasping from grief,
the fierce force of its hands
cruelly gripping my heart -

I shall go on -
a little more weary and worn,
a little more susceptible to weeping,
but stronger from devastation's dearth.

I shall not linger
in sorrowful shadows,
where the lilies only gloom -
their scent afield is far too lovely
to envelop me in shroud.

I shall move forward,
out of darkness
and toward the light,
wisdom inherent in my aching bones -

I shall keep memory
safe from agony
that would only seek to diminish
the love that was there
and still remains,

subtly breathing in the distance.

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