Thursday, 23 March 2017

Primal Trauma

The pain of separation,
My life-line,
My umbilical chord,
Severed and destroyed.

Left naked,
Exposed,
Struggling to breathe,
Without comfort or protection.

My backup,
My confidant,
My greatest critic,
What is life without you?

Feeling so very vulnerable,
As if birthed into a new earth,
Without parents,
Or light, blind.

Skin to skin,
Again will never be,
Anything more than a memory,
Six senses, none of them of use to me.

I can't feel you,
I can't hear you,
I can't even smell you anymore,
Tell me, where are you?

How does someone so intense,
So loud, brash and opinionated,
Someone so hard and yet so kind,
Just disappear, without some cosmic disruption?

Did the heavens part to receive you my dear,
Did the angels sing?
Did the devil retire?
Did you get wings?

Are you ever present,
All knowing,
All seeing,
Part of my every cell, my every being?

Are you all accepting,
All experiencing,
All but nothing,
All but a light beam?

Where did you go?
Can I visit you there?
My mind just cannot comprehend,
This my dear, is your end.