Loss overwhelms the soul.
A matriarch ageing,
A patriarch gone,
Sanctuary eroding.
How relentless is time.
Tearing at stability.
Can hope be found,
In amongst the rubble?

Loss overwhelms the soul.
A matriarch ageing,
A patriarch gone,
Sanctuary eroding.
How relentless is time.
Tearing at stability.
Can hope be found,
In amongst the rubble?
Terrible thought surged
– loss overwhelmed.
Defences were breached
– tearful deluge.
A battle was fought
– composure found.
Calm balance hard won
– sadness settled.
Myself I picked up
– and peace regained.
This week was difficult, bad news spurned a shattering thought; that tipped the balance of my already stressed mind. Proud though, as although I wobbled, I found my footing and kept going!
Waves of despair Consume the peace so rare. Relentlessly Frustration crashes, must flee. All consuming Terrors and worries, mind sinking. Reach for the sane Only to be enveloped, once again. Crest of bitter lessons Tide keeps on, doesn't lessen. Calm does lie below Equanimity can ride the flow.
This poem reflects the challenge of this week. As it has been like sailing through a storm. But instead of weather a constant barrage of frustrations and a burgeoning to-do list of intractable problems! Sure this is something you can empathise with as doubt I am alone.