3.11.11

5.

How long
can I lament
with this depressed
heart and soul

How long
can I remain
a sad autumn
ever since my grief
has shed my leaves

The entire space
of my soul
is burning in agony

How long can I hide
the flames
wanting to rise
out of this fire

How long can one suffer
the pain of hatred
of another human
a friend behaving like an enemy

With a broken heart
how much more
can I take
the message from body to soul

I believe in love
I swear by love
Believe me my love

How long
like a prisoner in grief
can I beg for mercy

You know I am not
a piece of rock or steel
but hearing my story
even water will become
as tense as stone

If I can only recount
the story of my life
right from my body
flame will grow

- Rumi


Tomorrow, five months will have passed.  While this has hurt me deeply like no other, it is only so when I think about it- which is becoming less and less as time goes by.  I am afraid of this actually.  I do not want you to become a shell of what was to a shell that is.