These Are the Days

These are the days, yet so many are gone Filled with sorrow, like an engraved image Of a broken winged bird on the lawn Days consumed by dark, when light was rare My heart like a boulder weighing me down Past memories lurking, in darkness, glare With no resolution, a ghost through the years Closure remains elusive, like a hawk that stares Continuously, I try to lift myself from the ground To release the sorrow, circulating all around Trying to come to terms with the answers I found Through the years of time, from all of those days So I can take the right turns, in this life of a maze Heidi Sands 5/30/18 Placed 14th in These Are the Days Poetry Contest.