Journal

With a glance, look out the window, at the radiance of snow dance in the cold wind. Drawing a deep breath, the tears flow freely, finding love once more, is impossible. I had slammed the door shut to everyone. I grieved deeply for your loss and our love. After the last few years enduring loss and heartache, I find no peace in slumber. I lie in bed each night and imagine lying in your arms. Reaching over to my journal once more, open and flipping to the last entry. I pause to think of what is in my heart. I write to remind me of you, the path our deep love had forged. Getting easier to face each sunrise. 4/13/2021 Poetry Contest: Anacreontic Verse Sponsored by: Silent One 30 lines 5 syllables per line Checked on www.howmanysyllables.com