STORM

I don’t know how to let go

I am not sure where to start

I am not sure how to start

It feels like I am floating

Between limbo and purgatory

I miss laying my head on his chest

I miss the phone calls

I miss the giggles and whispers

I miss holding hands

And walking next to him

Is what I am feeling normal?

Or is it not?

I have so much

I do not know how to let go

I am trying to be a big girl

There are those times

I pick up the phone

Dial the number

Quickly disconnect

Least I sound childish

What do I do?

How do I do it?

Is there a manual?

Is it written somewhere?

Is it written on a scroll?

This is one storm

I do not know how to conquer

This is one storm

I cannot see the light

This is one storm

I want to wake up from

This is one storm

I wish I saw coming

This is one storm

No medication can numb

Is this the storm before the calm?

© thelma migue, 2012

A cizoepoetry collection.