8:34PM
Home Sick
Monday, November 21, 2011 at 8:34PM | by Otter It's waking up with your bridges on fire.
It's a snarled bolt of thread useless on the labyrinth floor.
It's the friend you can't find in your hour of deepest need.
It's your prayer that stutters out of your mouth and falls to the earth like a bird with a broken wing.
It's the home to which you cannot find the key.
Reader Comments (6)
Your hurting soul is gorgeous.
Ken, I majored in excruciation with a minor in aesthetics. Thank you.
Sometimes you read something so profoundly beautiful that it leaves you, not only speechless but not even sure what to do next. This is one of those things.
Change loss to divorce and you have my life right now. Beautiful, heart-breaking poem, Daddy Otter....
Jennifer,
Divorce, break-up, death....
Some people have asked me why I don't talk about the specifics behind this and other writing. It's because it's about an emotion that readers know, regardless of what provokes it.
Ron, thank you.
And Jennifer, I'm really sorry. Of all the changes we go through, divorce is probably the hardest.