Cicatrix Promises

Where to begin?

I scour 

every aching inch

of this life

as one must look for 

hidden

melanotic

marks

or

deep

bruising

offense

the memories 

ooze and clot

over ever open

wounds

I sobbed into the phone

desperately seeking
 my breath

your kindness

as I was letting go

of my beloved

As I waited
with your beloved
that stale
 December day
for the desperate hope 
somehow
someway
it would all be ok

You
desperately seeking
your breath
I touched your hand
your long-lashed lids fluttered

I made
silent promises
only a sister 
can
make

when I woke
drowning

in a sea of tears
desperately seeking
my breath
your kindness
you were letting go
of this world

My cicatrices
speak our truth
tell our stories
always
I will keep my promises

Based on the prompt to explore "the Dark Night of the Soul"

OctPoWriMo 2019  Day 1 


The woods are lovely, dark and deep.
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
and miles to go before I sleep.

-Robert Frost