the past draped about us like a cloak
~ after Diana Khoi Nguyen
the cloak of the past hangs so very heavy
hobbles my movement through the present
hides any futures
I shake my head to loosen its dark folds
but only flickers of light make it through
so much these days is dark
somewhere, light is its own mantle
this is the song I sing to myself: light hope
each another kind of cape
so that when this cloak threatens to smother
I stumble forward hands outstretched
singing
So inspiring! ‘somewhere, light is its own mantle,’ ‘light hope/each another kind of cape,’ ‘so that when this cloak threatens to smother/I stumble forward hands outstretched/singing’
Britt, I am just blown away by each every poem here. Your pain, your grief, your heart are in every word and spill into me. I want to carry some of it with you. Perhaps by witnessing your words, that will happen. A bit.
Thank you
Aw Sara, what a lovely note. Thank you so much. And yes: knowing someone listened is such a gift. ♥️