january ninth found me gazing out of the window with some sort of hope that this one would just drift by and I would be okay. grieving is a weird thing. one minute your up. the next your down. then your back up again. no said it would be easy. they just said it would be worth it. by the way i hate every fucking cliche ever invented no matter how appropriate for the occasion. i can by cynical i suppose… but dangit. enough already. 🙂 the photo is hopeful the poem comes from a state of exhaustion. all rolled up in to a twenty four hour period of grieving bi- polarness.
a very blurry year.
it’s one year later…
and i thought i’d just sit
here for a minute
and catch my breath
everything done i’d thought i’d
rest
before the next thing
and then i fell
right in to it…
i didn’t wake to
the ringing of the phone
or the bip bip of the text
i just lay sleeping
not even dreaming
so far in to the
calm sweet black
and unaware
(c) kimberly keck 2015
what a weird sunday
i stand at the stove
salting meat with my tears
all natural no preservatives
just honest to goodness
grief
no soundtrack
no gentle breeze
but the sausages tasted pretty good
dunked in over easy eggs…
but i wasn’t hungry…
(c) kimberly keck 2014
SDG.
one of my favorite songs is “my heart is a flower”.
portrait gallery selection…
 | Hope on Testimony. |
 | dbrown222 on Testimony. |
 | starscraper99 on “beauty” |
