He languished, And the bond weakened. He’d wither away slowly or quickly, But certainly. Chaos engulfed moments that might have been cherished, As the raging storm prevailed. After some time, It was gone. All of it. But the white-foamed beast reawakened With a fury, As another soul drifted Into the oblivion she feared. Finally, I saw her; The frightened little girl Alone and crying. Her rage was much like that storm, So familiar and so strange. The lost soul, The fragmented heart, The wounded bird. I understood why she cowered In the destructive ways that she did. It’s okay, I said, I love you, And I got you. As they depart, they soar, Maybe singing. And this, too, is familiar. As is coming to peace with the pain.
D.K. Sanz 