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KINTSUGI
October is a bittersweet month.
The sense of darkness and decay
pervades my mind with sorrow and grief.
My son was born and died in this month.
Why him and not me? Parents die
before
their offspring in the way of life
lived.
I have mourned his death for twenty-five years.
Which is longer than he lived - sadness
wraps around me like a dark blanket.
Smothering the joy out of life.
Melancholy thoughts invade my mind.
My memories crowd into my dreams
demanding attention, can you save
another's life or are we only responsible for our own life?
I give into negative thoughts,
feeling my authentic pain press deep
into my psyche, tears frozen in their ducts, all cried out, just that angst cutting
deeper and deeper until I can
bear it no longer, I am devastated!
Into that great void, I feel it like
a trickle, a flow, a great surge
of loving energy filling the wound.
I can go on, I must go on
it is my path, to shine my light.
©🦊VixenOfVerse, 2023
*RIP Evan Crossley, beloved son and brother, 18th October, 1976- 29th October, 1998 ~Forever twenty-two~*
**Kintsugi is the Japanese art of mending pottery with gold. The Sufi poet, RUMI, said you had to be wounded because that is where the light entered.**
VIXEN of VERSE 
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