Author: Leslie Cappiello
I see your scars
they’re not hidden
from me.
Others do not know
The grief you’ve been dragging…
No matter how much you try
The covering of a smile
Cements the fragility of your heart
The heart that beats in time
With the man/child you lost.
I know you’ve been living
In shadows of who you
Once were…
A towering tree
Roots long and wide
Reduced to dried tubers
Mixed with summer and winter
Emotions fall
into barren soil
The wounds of “what ifs”
cruelly crush the spring
The dead tree gives no shelter
Dry bones will not rise
fragments of vines – the wreath of grief sealed in this life.
Love that was and will always be
You, my son, live in me.
I am the scar that only you can see.
Blowing in the wind
Bending into what was
And will never be.
I live in the shadowland
Between the rains of winter and summer
Until we meet again.
