Aching

I am like a cascading willow over a flowing river and a victim of the wind- and my heart is aching with bleeding tears that float away . . . for I am embarking on an unknown journey and must make this journey alone, my dears I languish weeping afraid of the first step weary- although I have not even begun my heart is full of suffering and anguish I am afraid . . . oh, somewhere deep inside me is a strength and I must put the aching aside and find it but, I am cold Lord- I thirst for my mother to hold me close to her but she is long gone to her eternal rest and I moan my grief . . . this journey will be all uphill, sigh there will be storms and pits of agony I will fall . . . . I know that I will for cancer is a guest that comes unbidden leaving a life weather-stained and r a v a g e d . . . ______________________________ January 14, 2020 Poetry/Free Verse/Aching Copyright Protected, ID 20-1216-617-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France Submitted to Your Best Free Verse 2020 sponsor, John Hamilton Fourth Place _____________________ Written for the contest, Free Verse Fever A sponsor, Lu Loo, Theme chosen #4 Aching First Place