"No Beauty Today"

I want to create gardens of sentimentality.

Flowering vines of poetry that wander

and weave amidst white trellises on bright, sunny days.

But instead, I am shards of emotion

Reflecting the chaos of twisting grief

and churning heartache.

I am black skies

and wretched winds

and the sharp twisting of a knife

as it tears a fissure

through my soul.

I am the embodiment

of beauty and love and laughter

But I can’t see through the storm

of my tears.

I can’t breathe

past the lump in my throat

well enough to speak

of the love that brought me into this world.

And I ache too much right now to recall the warmth

of the arms that carried me…

That nurtured me…

that hugged me goodbye.

I want to weave an elegant tapestry of words

But my heart is tattered and my fingers are jagged wounds.

And there is no beauty to come from me today.