When a death brings back past trauma and memories, it takes a lot of work to heal. This poem was part of that process. #WorldPoetryDay seems an appropriate time to release it into the wild.
The air changed —
when you opened the door
when you walked into a room
when you sat down at the table…
when we lowered your urn —
the air changed.
Sandi Knight © 2024
Whimsical, windblown artistry —
created under pressure
when howling winds sculpt snow.
One-of-a kind, textured canvas —
proof storms can also bring
striking beauty and grace.
Sandi Knight © 2021
Words are trapped,
caught in web
of anxiety and fog.
Thoughts, ideas swirl,
entangled
in tightness of my chest.
Blank paper
stares back,
waiting for mind etchings…
Not caring
whether words
educate, inform or inspire.
Just breathe,
unravel the swirl,
let it fall gently on page.
Sandi Knight © 2018
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