.
I am beginning this last journey
with a heart that is heavy
and a heart that is full of fear
I fear the helplessness that is coming
.
I fear the memories that will fall to the wayside
where there are dark-eyed crows waiting to peck holes in my soul
where there are jackals prowling around looking for identities to devour
I fear the darkness that is coming
.
I have no choice- I cannot stay where I am
my feet are already traveling down the road
and I must go along and I must go alone
I fear the loss of me that is coming
.
I am a writer- I cannot lose my nouns
nor my verbs and adverbs
nor my adjectives and the tension of my plots
I fear the emptiness that is coming
.
Somewhere in the distance
my journey will come to an end
and my mind will no longer be in tatters
I will be in the land of light and love
.
and I will be whole
.
.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~©2018, susan williams
I cannot write about this poem because it is too Beautiful Bravo!
LeeAnn, so far so good with God at the helm---thank you for reading this one
Robert~~~~Robert, thank you so much for reading my poems and liking them! ! !
Cont..... A hope that we will go to that place where there is no iota of fear. Beautifully crafted and well executed write. Onto my Poem List.
Thank you, dear Rose Marie, for delving so deep and for putting it on your poem list
A great poem so vividly portrayed. Deeply poignant and moving. A powerful write that delve brilliantly into the sufferings of someone who is afflicted by dementia. The title and the four stanzas present a gripping picture of state of fear.. I could really feel the imminent danger to lose oneself. But the uplifting words in the ultimate stanza eliminate this fear by giving us hope.
I am - as a writer- -glad this affected you so poignantly and painfully. I wanted the reader to feel this poem and you did which does not surprise me because you have always shown an empathetic side to your character which a writer and a reader needs in abundance to write and read as excellently as you do!
My wonderful dad died during the summer. He was suffering worsening dementia and he spoke to me often about his fears as it progressed. You have written this with a wonderful insight, which echoes the thoughts and fears of my dad as his dementia worsened. It is wonderful writing and brought a tear to my eye. Judy