The Journey

A Year of Sonnets — 013/365

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for A.

I pray you find your inner peace
and from your bones be grief released
and float — a speck into the sky
that you may laugh and wave goodbye

for we have spent our brightest light
upon this grim and hopeless fight
that came to us — unbidden, cruel —
and played us plain for witless fools.

We let it go, beat it away
should it find us in future days;
for now we walk, bestowing grace
upon ourselves, we find our place
and though it be a bitter way
we grow, we heal, scars fade away.