Poetry/Haibun/Bottomless Depth Copyright Protected, ID 08-1570-310-12 All Rights Reserved, 2023, Constance La France
Written, August 12, 2023 For the International Contest, Pick-A-Title Vol. 38 Sponsor, Edward Ibeh, Judged 09/03/2023
First Place
So often, in life I have found myself in bottomless, abysmal pits of sorrow. My heart broken, my faith fragile and feeling hopeless and lost. A beloved's death wraps me in unfathomable pain. The healing seems to be endless but in time I accept God's will. Though my connection to their soul is so infinite vast and eternal. There are days of boundless tears that could fill an ocean. There are times they whisper to me in my bottomless pit of sadness and I feel their touch. I hear my baby crying and I am shattered, over and over. in an green graveyard their bones are waiting for me . . . whispers haunt my sleep Oh, the depths of my grief has layers on layers, like the petals of a flower. There are days when it is more intense, and I must disappear. I fold my petals like a rose or my wings like a butterfly. And in an imaged place silent and remote, my innermost soul seeks to comfort me, taking me to the depths of a magical forest where I walk the paths with God by my side. Or to the depths of a deep blue aqua sea, where I float in tranquility. Some days are dark nights and some nights are like cold winters with snow falling. their souls are waiting when I lift the veil of life . . . let go they whisper
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