The challenge I have in removing regret,
That space that brings nothing but
Pain into my heart, is that it is a hook
In my heart and I am a dear wife who
Abandoned one life’s sleep for another on
The shores of a great, nameless sea. Truly
Determined that my children would have
Tomorrow and my dreams would have a coffin.
I float in a life raft, then, on this sea of
Time that never forgives me completely.
The process of grief unwinds hidden
Ropes that seem useless until I see the
Indifference towards my suffering. They
Say anchors are hope to sail another day.

copyright © 2013 Amanda Morris Johnson