The gravity of loss brought me to earth
Beneath the rotting leaves, I lay with worms.
I wondered if I were of any worth
No more to be enchanted by love’s mirth,
I with unnamed particles was turned.
The weight of loss bears down the heart to earth.
The weight of love has readied us for birth
The fragments moulded with the love that burns.
I learned we need not wonder over worth
My sorrow brought no guilt nor fear of wrath
I am both sharp eyed eagle ,twisted worm.
In my little grave, I loved the earth.
Like the adder, shocked into rebirth.
I from silent underworld had learned
Not to judge my soul nor think of worth.
I shall not fear the flames of hell that burn.
When blackness is accepted, may one learn?
The weight of loss breaks down the soul to earth
With dusty shredded leaves, we then converse
How my heart sings 
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
WOW!
I agree with Bushka. There’s a lot to think about here – the dark night of the soul.
Thank you, Mike.I am sure you know I value your judgement
Superb imagery. Especially like the nuances of ‘gravity’ in the first line…. 😉 Hugs!
Thank you so much for that thoughtful comment.:)xx
Hugs! ❤
You have been encouraging me for 7 years almost when I took my first steps into poetry.Thank you for all of that.:)
Tempus Fugit! Keep Going! Hugs!
Hugs!
this is so beautiful
I have six pages of pen and ink and different lines!!
😉