Echo of a Teardrop
- Surviving Breast Cancer
- Nov 27, 2024
- 1 min read
By Nancy Hodgkins
A profound inescapable sadness
Unrelenting.
Unerringly the ache seeps
into every pore of my heart and soul.
Hijacking my natural joy.
Like a flower struggling bravely
not to wilt in a torrential rain.
Longing
for safety in a shelter
away from the heaviness of the emotional storm
The wind hears the flower’s sigh of defeat.
… Unimaginable Regret …
An impossible wish
to turn back the hands of time.
A lightning bolt strikes.
Cuts through the sky like broken glass
eroding warm memories and leaving them
tattered
on the edge of despair.
Thunder rages, trees bend
until the storm
finally passes on.
A ray of sunshine
peeks
through the dark clouds
and the flower’s petals shift towards the light
reaching for
a glimmer of hope.
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