Swarthy gaits momentarily enter gates of hesitation
while waiting for peaceful negotiations with sorrow
and it's limitations.
Regaling precious times with loved ones through
crystal tears as they cut our hearts with their
beauty in saddened recollection.
Cutting ourselves off from everyone as we go through
our personal journeys of grief is normal, expected,
yet others think they have to intervene.
Allowing people their space, room for grief, allows
every crevice and niche to be explored and met.
Leaving no unfinished business of sadness to
interfere with every day grief and recollection as
it forms the rest of our lives and gives us
parameters to roam and work within.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem