I find myself exploring grief, loss, and the profound emptiness left behind when a loved one dies. In my case, my loved one is my late husband, Michael.
Through fragmented imagery and sparse, evocative language, I tried to capture the disorienting experience of mourning—where memory and absence intertwine, and where the world becomes simultaneously too large and too small.
I wanted the repeated phrase "breath no more" to as a haunting refrain, emphasizing the finality of loss and the stark reality of someone's permanent departure. Each stanza reveals my struggle to find peace, solace, or meaning in a landscape fundamentally altered by absence, with natural elements like the sea and breeze becoming metaphors for emotional turbulence and unresolved sorrow.
I hope this poem will resonate with someone who has felt the pain of grief.
The feet keep walking searching for solace, peace, space, horizon All too much I think I hear you walk through the door And I remember you breath no more Peace, space, horizon All too big, too quiet Since you breath no more The sea reminds me I search for solace The breeze commands me “Breath the sorrow” I find no peace I want no space I see no horizon Cause you breath no more
