Grief can be a savage beast

Grief can be a savage beast
that can pounce at you
any time, tearing your heart into unrecognizable shreds…
and then there are times that it sits beside you like an old friend
quietly keeping you company,
while you wait as an unseen power
gently mends your heart
and pieces them together
one shred at a time.

By: Carla A. Romarate-Knipel (copyright 2023)

Bell Lake, Woodbury, NJ USA

photo by: Carla A. Romarate-Knipel

Love remains

By Carla Romarate-Knipel

Fiery tree ablaze –
red-orange leaves entrancing
my sorrowful eyes…

walking away, sad –
looking up the clear blue skies
longing to see you…

this beautiful day –
reaching out to embrace me
as I sit alone.

you are in the warmth
of the sun, shining brightly
on my tear-stained cheeks.

the cool, gentle breeze
touches my face, dries sadness –
leaving only love.