~nine days into august

soon again comes morning

& mourning comes

this day is

another day

is another shade of blue

after years of grieving, still

remains the grief

& everything about me 

is a pause, a comma

in a poem I am always

writing

about a wound that sunlight

can't heal 

another day

listening to the curtains lift

listening to the flowers bloom

loosening my wings

for flight

lah  6.9.17 ○