Pallbearer Into The Unknown Future Poem by Doris Cornago

Pallbearer Into The Unknown Future

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Intrepid is when he's gone and I must define
Who I am, like a ship floundering at sea
Without a sail, a widow who must
Make her way, be recognized
As capable of speaking
Earning her keep
By her own
Hand
Loyalty
Has made me
Into a recluse
Not an excuse but my armor
For questioning stares and glares
From insecure women, there's a lot of them
Widowhood is my pallbearer into the unknown future

Pallbearer Into The Unknown Future
Monday, July 10, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: alone,loneliness,widow
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Being a widow is a classification which raises eyebrows. I don't enjoy the distinction but don't make it an excuse from abandoning my husband's advocacy. I remain true to form and when I need to do something for my own pleasure, I switch to another identity. Duality is a recurring theme in many of my poems.
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