• Sometimes She Goes to Keening

    by  • January 12, 2014 • Daily Matters, Life

    mourningLate at night and on rare occasions, she awakens to that cannot be stilled, sublimated nor silenced. She lies in bed listening to the pounding of her heart, willing it to be slowed in tempo. It lies not in her chest, but rather, in her ears. Beating. Beating. Harder. Louder. In her mind, in her mind are thoughts of closed yesterdays that now lie in the forefront of consciousness, taunting her fears, her recriminations, and her laments. ……………………………………………..

     

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