Constance La France Poet Free verse

Different, From Yesterday

Day after day, endless, I walked away from your tomb,
brokenhearted, melancholy, sorrowful and woebegone forlorn
my life in bits,
and pieces
   my steps faltering, halting and hesitating
        I wanted to die
        to be with you:

        under the cold white snow of winter, and
the azure sun:
I spent days, months, maybe a year desolate, like this 

but inside me a fire was burning brighter and stronger,
then, one day I threw off my black cloak of grief
I felt the sun, on
my soul
   my steps now move to the notes of music         
        I want to live
        to be happy:

        each day is a new day now for me, and
life is wonderful:
I still go visit your tomb, and it makes me weep

        but now, I leave the grief there and turn away.

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March 16, 2017

Free Verse/Different, From Yesterday 
Copyright Protected, ID 884957 


Written for the contest, New Day
Sponsor, Nayda Ivette Negron

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Janice Canerdy April 1, 2017 at 8:20 PM So uplifting and moving! Congrats on your win, Constance. Janice

James Inman March 18, 2017 at 8:56 AM Lovely, BW.

Charlie Smith March 17, 2017 at 11:24 PM Great entry, best wishes Constance...

Eve Roper March 16, 2017 at 9:30 PM heartfelt , but beautiful.... good luck ~*

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart March 16, 2017 at 7:07 PM Beautiful write. You do know how to appreciate life, more than many, more than most, I am sure; good luck in the contest xomo

Heidi Sands March 16, 2017 at 5:35 PM Congratulations on such a meaningful, well written poem with an extremely important message in life! Good luck in the contest! This should do very well :)

Constance La France March 16, 2017 at 5:25 PM It is amazing how we can get over such grief and go on, but life is for the living, and I am too young to waste my life to weeping . . . but the pain never leaves, never, ever and can come over me unexpected and unbidden. But I try to live each new day as best I can.