Tatyana Carney Poet Terza Rima

River of Grief

From underneath the blue of aching rivers
which push my thoughts away from those of grief
I hold my breath and stiffen in a shiver

too rare a friend to bleed on my belief
I'm sure my lungs will give in in a minute
and learn to love the water in relief

You don't know grief until you find you're in it
and then you're faced with quite a bitter choice
You either learn to bare and try to grin it

or swim to aching waters with a voice
A sense of certain cold exhilaration
with which the river grief long often toys

is meant for current soul's rejuvenation
to sweep along in blue of bubbling dreams
where long burnt memories are revelations

and sadness isn't always what it seems
I long to breathe the river and inspire
refreshment filled with life until it teems

and maybe bitter grief will then expire
to push from frigid depths out in the blue
to cleanse my aching soul in it's desire

but then I would be left with thoughts of you
too much a winding river to escape from
and so I know not what my soul should do...

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