Pilgrimage

Sadness makes a salty trail

as it climbs over the hills of my cheekbones

it rolls down to my jaw,

steadily downward, to jump

suicidally

off my chin

like lemmings they come

one, after another, after another

making this holy pilgrimage for freedom

and as they freefall into

oblivion

to smash on the rocky and twisted bottom

that is my hands, fingers and knuckles

knotted together

sadness transforms

metamorphases

into understanding and clarity

     that this, my sadness and tears now

are unlike so many others

     before this moment

these tears do not pull together

     pooling, becoming a sea of self pity

in which to drown

     but crash

break powerfully

and wash away

the detrius of so many lives past

clearing and nourishing

creating fertile ground

from which this new life

can grow

Reviews

[WV_Poetess]

My honest opinion is that we learn from everything we experience in life. You have written about your experiences and how you came out on the other side in such a touching and heart rendering manner that I have reread this one piece several times over. Keep up the great work!