Forgive me my
Suffering,
The mad hours
Marked with dread
The laughter
Cursed to silence
Joy hanging by a
Thread,
The dark verse
Of my name
Curdled in
Your throat,
An omen
Warning you
Off of love.
So you’ll
Leave us
Then with
The strawberry
Moon,
You whose
Worn shore of
A body
Had taken wave
After wave,
Bravely eroded
With quiet
Dignity
You who
Faced suffering
With grace,
The low rumble
Of your laughter
And radiant
Strength
Guiding your
Way.
