Forty Words

02/06/2024 - Despair'

In a dark room full of flowers,
where shadowy guests move softly,
voices and spirits are low as we mourn.
How can the vacuum of your absence feel so heavy?
Perhaps it is the lead lump in my throat.
Despair.








“Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul
and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all.”
— Emily Dickinson