Lunacy

I didn't cry I disappeared I reappeared didn't cry wasn't until weeks went by that night I deranged to heave my broken body in vain to free the window of its drape I didn't cry collapsed in defeat I lay tormented for a while till finally I rang someone came I sheepishly requested they draw the curtain aside my battered bag of bones and I lay back in a sigh overcast and then it happened I wept with all the gravity of the moon Alive.

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Jeff Connelly

Date: 12/13/2019 9:33:00 AM

WOW Maureen so intense. An after the accident poem for sure. Struggling to see but feeling not, then when you finally do weeping not in pain but being alive. May i also note, that, though in this piem, the person that helps is a nurse; I think it also shows we are not meant to be alone. Now you have your husband; birds; poems, and others.

Phil Capitano

Date: 2/7/2017 11:40:00 AM

Having been to the precipice of suicide, I know what you mean. Emotionally charged write Maureen.

Maureen McGreavy The Insolent Rib
Date: 2/7/2017 11:58:00 AM

Can't remember where I heard it, a child saying the moon is more important than the sun, because it lights your way when needed most, in the dark.