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'Veil of Fog'

Spring has come, but still I sit,
Finding it hard to find the right fit,
And though I strive to find my way,
The words elude me every day.


Will they ever return to me?
Or the need to express what is inside of me?
Will this veil of fog return to sea?
And will my eyes begin to see?


The death of one so close can be,
A road that ends before your feet,
Yet step you must, though hesitant,
For soil has turned to quicksand.


It's how I feel as each day renews,
Always looking to find a fresh new clue,
But clues elude my best laid plans,
And leaves me standing on unsettled sand.

Rusty Blackwood

~ As many of you know, I lost my mother the 18th of September, 2015.
How many times have I heard - have I said - time heals everything?
I suppose I should try to hold to that adage with a firmer grip than
I seem to be doing, for time feels like anything but my friend. I am
experiencing a difficult time trying to write - trying to find the
right words to scribble my non-existent ideas of which my mind tries
so hard to summon. I'm sure many can relate to how I'm feeling, especially
those who have experienced the loss of someone extremely dear to them. I'm
sure it will return, but while I'm waiting, the feelings of hopelessness
keep holding me in their firm grip. Such is the message within these few
unconvincing words in this prose. ~ R.B.

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