A monochrome view lies before me
of the month I most dread
Memories attack around every corner, and
I am forced to relive those
most treacherous pains
every year.
Every June.
As I force my way forward, I
try
to allow room for light.
I try to remind myself that there
is joy to be found, even
alongside the sorrow.
I reach out a hand
hoping to grab hold of some
inkling of hope,
to grip one moment
who might combat the pain
which I brace myself against.
Slowly,
infinitely slowly
I am starting to see light
But
in June
the black only hovers at a charcoal grey.
*In memory of David Tipton — June 13,2020
I am sorry for you loss and pain and hear you moving forward in this poem: ‘I am starting to see the light’ and how even the title gives a sense of change, but I know it is never easy. Sending healing hugs!