Oh God! Oh agony!
Throb that has been cast on me!
Oh silent searing
in my soul!
This violent breaking
of my home!
My womb, my mother
from where I was born.
My roof, my shelter
from this life’s storms.
Hacked off from me
like limb from body.
Hands gone from me,
like wind not breathing.
Meandering, I’m grounded
to this earth.
Wandering unfounded,
still I search.
Her laughter, her being,
my ears bleed with strain,
to hear her tell me
she loves me again.
But an empty cold hearth
I receive.
Her safety and warmth,
I feel only in dreams.
– Rachel R. Vasquez, April 2018
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2 months later and still hurts like no other. It’s hard to put this kind of despair into words, but I tried to any way.
Rachel's Floetry 