The Parting

The Parting
A poem by Justme

Like a little boat on a vast ocean
bumping and thrashing wave upon wave knowing not where she goes.
Not able to stop, or steer or slow.
She rides the waves of life,first she ascends so high and then rockets to the hardened low.
Again and again and again , thumping, churning the dark dense cold.
She asked not for this journey.
She wished only to stay on land.
Her sons they cling to the sides looking for mother to take them home.
Fathers gone they must stay the course, of waves, of life,of death.
They must stay the course until one day the waves fall lighter and eventually sit still.
For now not even love can break the power of the waves.
For love is lost.
The light for now is gone.
The sun may shine but never will it warm.
Take my hand dear woman that I might lead you upon the shore.
For your home awaits you though your heart so forlorn.
I am the constant and the brave.
Place your head upon my chest.
Hush now woman of the universe,
dry your children’s tears
be still my child and just you rest.
Close your eyes and let us move with the waves,
surrender to the moment,the movement, this life
For you are a brave and perfect mother,lover,wife.

About Michaela

I am a wanderer and a wonderer, like you are. I love our journey and to walk in the company of friends – to learn, experience, share, laugh, cry and above all I simply love this marvelous, magical, mysterious life. I have no plan (cannot believe I am saying this) and my only intention is to be truthful to myself and others.
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2 Responses to The Parting

  1. JUSTME says:

    This poem is the reflection or the imagined feelings of a young woman called Aisling whos husband has just died and the journey she may be on with her two young sons.
    Thanks for posting. Love from Justme.

  2. Yvonne says:

    Dear justme,

    I am deeply impressed by your poem.
    When you posted it the other day I had the impression it wants to tell me something I couldn’t see then yet.
    Now I know:
    The friend of mine who comitted suicide leaves a wife with to little kids…

    When I read it first,
    I got a very vivid yet blurred (paradoxical) picture in my head
    and I am sure it will materialise soon on canvas.


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