Inferno of Emptiness

In between happy memories and heartache,

there are the days when it still can’t be born.

Days consumed with my awareness of loss.

 Some days – feelings are ignored, muted, dealt with,

and yet … and yet

there are days

when the need is so strong,

when the “lack of” …  so overwhelming,

the feeling of being so alone and lonely,

it is then, I realize you’re still here,

in my heart,

my mind,

my thoughts,

my being,

and the longing becomes searing, burning pain,

melting tears into little pieces of lost love

and I cry myself to sleep within an inferno of emptiness.

Penny L Howe, 2014

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The Whistle of a train – A part of life happening!

distant train

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Sometimes, very early in the morning as life begins to stir,
I hear a train whistle blow in the far off distance,
a most melancholy sound; nonetheless, when I hear it
I feel all is well in the world and so my day begins anew.
 
… And just the thought, the knowing,
that somewhere,
others are going about their daily business
makes me feel not alone,
a part of the living of life happening all around me.
Penny L Howe, 2013

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Reprinted from “A Penny for you Thoughts!”, 2013