Stronghold
I’m not ready
to let go
of grief
it has become
the air I breathe
the rhythm of my days
it has become
the voice in my head
the beating of my heart
grief is how
I live my days
and face the nights
the depth of our love
is matched by
the stronghold of my grief
I go on with my life
one step at a time
while holding strong to you
the swells
are gentler now
and don’t knock me over
but they still
ambush me when I
least expect them
and in each wave
each tear, each memory
you are here, still
grief is not ready
to let go of me
just yet
Jennifer Gurney lives in Colorado where she teaches, paints, writes and hikes. Her poems have been published internationally, including 12 books. Jennifer’s poems have been: winners in two international contests, turned into a choral piece and performed, printed on a yard sign in Washington, D.C., shown on movie theater screens in Australia, given out for free through the Rx Poetry project and printed on a sign on a bus in Racine, Wisconsin. Although she has written her whole life, at 62, she has finally known enough joy and enough sorrow to write a half-way decent poem, on occasion.
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