The Annual Poem by Sarah N. Williams

Today...is July 28.

Today is the day where I allow myself the hallowed indignity
of being a broken woman...and I cling to it.

I grant myself the healing burden of grief, above all on this day.

I treasure every tear drop.

I drink in every sorrow revisited.

I rest my head on nature's rock hard pillow....to be just one step closer to oblivian.

While the rest of the world spins on without me....I stop, just for this one day...stop, to remember you, my child.

Eleven years ago you elightened my miserably vacant soul with the loss of you. You brought me to my knees in glorious pain. You opened my eyes to the depths of life's darkness...and showed me just how precious a moment is in this vast expanse of a lifetime. You took away my hope, and replaced it with a much needed heartache...

that heartache bleeds anew on only this day... my annual day of death and rebirth...

Today is July 28.