Struck By Death
Stripped of partial vision at two years of age
No one can comprehend the relentless rage
Imperial oblivion is an understatement of loss
The day my Father died, my sanity was the cost
I have no recollection to the years after that soul-shaking night
Stripped of everything, including my sight...
Blessed with strangers and lovers to fill my time, not the void
Soon I graduated high school and became employed
Sight was regained, still a blur
A little one, my life would stir
Cancer from my toddler days knocked on hers but I did not let it come in
I would do anything and everything, name a sin!
Remission. Back home, we flew...as she was spoiled... times two
Then one passed, Four years the other as well
Struck by death...
Few words will blurt but not fully tell.
Shaped by death's visits, some demanding others of peace
Fueled to live louder, the energy does increase
Death is misunderstood, until you dance in its arms in the twilight hours
Life and death are counterparts, beholding so many powers
Struck by death, I still stand
Understanding by the hour, no favorites over woman or man....
Death is a mentor, among the best
As my soul quivers on dates that resonate the deaths of my top three
Through the darkness...
I learned to see
Copyright © Kathy Guerra | Year Posted 2020
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