THE FROZEN RIVER OF GRIEF

I betrayed you; the pain,

unbearable to contain like the

ice starting to move in the great rivers

of the north at spring,

is eased with these words,

it starts to move, flow

with a sound like child

sobs after a lost parent,

flow through all these years,

to the past and the future

alike, and where I am

is but an island in the stream

of grief, it's shores

lapped by the waters

of sorrow until

all the soil is gone,

the island is no more,

the figure on the riverbank

has been carried away

in the waters of remorseless memory.

I betrayed you.

14.02.2019