On suffering
I did it once. Went through the dark night of the soul in a little row boat And didn’t sink. So I did it once. Then again and again I have been called to attend to separation Suffer the stark, dark gritty agony of loneliness – And realize There is no cure for being human I am almost sixty now My hair is silver and gray My eyes betray my years As do the fine lines around my mouth Smile and grimace both I don’t much like getting back in the boat To ride out the night Or say hello to the now familiar darkness Out from which I will emerge Glad to be alive. But I will do it. After all, I have a lot of practice. Silvia Behrend
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AuthorDr. Silvia Behrend is a Certified Pattern Analyst, educator and mentor Archives
May 2020
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