Grief is a Thorn in My Side
written by: Lina Lambert
My weepy eyes stare at the tall vase
Mesmerized by the rose crimson petals
Captivated by the hidden thorns, growing side by side
A delicate curve against a jagged edge
Silk and steel
Smiles and scars
Beauty and the beast – a masquerade
Whisper or scream
Nightmare or dream
Curse or prayer – unspoken despair
Bliss and blame
Flame and frost
Give and take – not all is lost
The vase — half-empty, half-full
Thorns take a bite of blood
Pinching when approached, poking unprovoked
Petals give a peace of beauty,
Soft and demure, clinging and releasing, eventually wilting
Releasing a fragrance that lingers long after the pain has subsided
and the blood has dried.
A passionate writer known for infusing joy and inspiration into her creative essays, poems and a forthcoming memoir. Recently widowed, she channels resiliency, hope and humor by contributing to monthly columns, podcasts and social media. Lina's work has been featured in anthologies, podcasts and the New York Times.
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