Spilling | Poem | Life

spilling. poem by linda j wolff
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Poem by Linda J Wolff

On that last day of life with you
your cheeks in my hands
my soul cracked inside my rib cage
i bled…
when I lost you—I lost everything
I’m not talking about how I emptied
from the inside out.
…talking about when you were gone—
starting over in a dingy basement
was the epitome of hope.
how you look at cobwebs hanging 
from empty rafters seemed like
threads of your life, you’re grateful for a roof.
Although it poured days and nights before
I could see one ray of sunlight.
I needed to be here.
To emerge from the cocoon to a butterfly.

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