DEATH SPIRAL
written by: Rochelle Foles
@shellilouwho
the
TIDAL
she’d been holding at bay
thru
busy-ness beyond comprehension
retail therapy out of control
at mindless
tv shows
so late into the
unbeknownst
to even her own
soul
she
was
frantically
– clinging —
in the
chaos
thatdeathafterdeathafterdeath
had
sent her known reality
the entirety of her known world
she had lived so happily in
for so many years
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calming her thru all experiences
this experience was all to foreign.
the words from the old ones had always come thru before.
had always found her.
had been the knot she’d clung to
when the rest of the rope had
given way
but in this moment-
heart and soul
through and thru to her core.
lost in those
that felt
unending
sunamisaftertidalwavesafterhurricanesofemotionsunrelenting
such incredible
alone
begets
alone
begets
a lone
begets
a low ne
begets
a low hand
begets
longing
that requires
pen
that requires partner
paper
and together
conjure
form from heartache
words
replace
inaction with traction
and so.
it began.
s. l. o. w. l. y.
a memory
of all the love that each
loss
had filled her with
to overflowing
and it was
mindfully drawn,
this new existence,
letter by letter
lovedrop
replacing
teardrop
rewriting
her experience
of
love and loss
of sorrow
and
existence
she
found herself guided
she had come home
to the wisdom
that lies under the sunamis of sorrow.
she found the key
it is
everandallways
love.
NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:
I lost 24 friends in 28 months.
it was beyond bearing.
4 years later
thru
my
heartache
and tears
I put pen to paper
and this
is the
result.
it’s somehow
less
huge
after
seeing it this way.
I realized I haven’t really lost them
as they will always
and all ways
live in my heart
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