Nature's Reflection

Now, in my feelings, they have pulled away
My days fly past with my eyes half mast
Not seeing, not entertaining much outside of counting each day
as it passes
But I love the way Mother Nature never skipped a beat though;
For many, it just may have been weather
But Mother Earth echoed my raw and untended emotion
Manifesting and demonstrating the dreary stability of my heart's climate
Flaunting sunny bright skies on the day she did part
How I thought at first that she, Nature, was spiteful
But I understood later...
She had reserved and opened up her gloomiest sky, and allowed a slow and deliberate weeping for my soul the day of her service
Eyes dry, she released my tears in a light drizzle
and mimicked my damaged state of mind with the light haze of fog lying distant in my wake-- Her Wake
The madness of it all-- her stillness as she lay at peace within her coffin
Cream and white, as if she was telling us she had returned to the land of milk and honey
Brought such confusion in my heart that laughter seemed the only appropriate response, inappropriately
I laughed because I couldn't cry, or because she wouldn't let me
Maybe I didn't need to
And so I just went on. And go on.
But I am still wondering how normal will things ever truly be
After the wake and service, I try to be Strength and Encouragement
But inside I am deeply discouraged
Willing to continue, not knowing if I will
Or if my Will, will
I let myself do the tasks needed
with dry eyes... while my sky cries.
I walk outside and let it cry on me.
For me.
Damn. .. Mother Nature never skipped a beat.

Queen Poetess B Copyright © 2009