THOUGHTS AT 4 A.M.

By Glenda Cimino

Somewhere

nearly lost to me now

is the life I should have lived

might have had

but for my own blind choices

[It is a white lie

that you can always be

what you might have been]

I hear distant echoes of  that life sometimes

like a television on in the room

The poetry programme I wanted to see

barely heard

while a fierce argument is going on

My only child

nearly lost to me now

iher madness and grief

railing over her mistakes

like a jilted Lady Macbeth

wanting to die

How to tell her

that I have been there

and come back,

that there is no love

without suffering

To open the heart to love

is to open the heart to pain -

To make her understand

that others also have suffered loss

have felt the loneliness

coming home to a dark

and empty house,

remembering that it once held

joy and laughter;

That this infinitesimal suffering

is just a miniscule drop

in the vast ocean of human pain

Learning

one must bring out one’s own light

from within

It is the only place

it can be found

Her heart is a Pandora’s box

from which grief, anger and despair

fly out into the room

If only she could find

the hope remaining

I too could sleep again….                       

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