For Only One

She asked the wind to make its meaning plain;
It answered her, but without using words.
She looked around to understand her pain;
The wind was joined by water, and by birds,

And all the sound held meaning, but no sense:
The world seemed bright, but her darkness, immense,
And what she carried heavier than lead,
And meaningless all that she’d just heard said.

For grief’s a wall, and pain a hard locked door,
A filter blocking out all sight and sound,
A loneliness with others still around,
From lack of those who aren’t there anymore.

    But suddenly, a voice within her head:
    “I made you smile once. Do that instead.”

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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