Poetry Time

Poetry Time

Elephant Visit

I woke to find a familiar weight on my chest

It pressed and crushed the air from my lungs,

Shredding and shattering something inside;

I felt the crackle and the sharp stab in my heart.

My chin drops, I glance down at my chest 

To see the familiar grey, wrinkled foot

The ivory toes spread across my chest.

As my eyes travelled upwards, our eyes met

Hers full of regret, remorse, sympathy, empathy...

...Sorrow.

Mine full of the awestruck knowing, it has come.

Yes Grief, the elephant, visited me again

And I do not feel angry... this time.

I saw Grief's compassion 

Her eyes spoke to me "I am sorry, but you must go through this."

It made me think of the dentist, having recently been...

Does she, hands loaded with syringe and tray full of tools,

Does she say to herself:

 "I am sorry, but you must go through this" 

Just before entering the abyss?

Yes Grief, the elephant, visited me again.

Though her stay was quite brief

The ache of my lungs 

The throbbing pain in my heart

Will not let me forget the weight,

Nor the damage that remains.

...I shakily continue

Busy work spreads out my ability to focus 

And relive her visit.

©Lillian Brummet Sept 30, 2021

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