for Jo.. .

I know,
been there,
done that,
maybe even
been that.

I know,
that frown,
I had it,
maybe even
welcomed it.

I know,
it’ll stay,
pain strong,
maybe even
stay long.

but dear,
with time,
must forget,
let go of
the frets.

I know,
this you,
is not you,
you know,
it is true;
and dear,
in silence,
don’t change,
you are,
and it feels
real strange.

take care.
.
.
.
you better
take care.


Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 15, Sharing poetry)


(’12, Oct 15)

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

10 thoughts on “for Jo.. .

  1. Stay by her, but don’t let a frown be with her for long, or lose herself.

    I know you know how it’d feel to be lost, Vinu. its more painful to see a friend in that position I think. Take care.

  2. So wonderful that the narrator can see that “this you is not you” , so sensitive, intuitive. I hope ‘Jo’ recognizes this caring heart!

    • She does, but the sadness isn’t something she can let go of that easily. It’ll be a while, but I’m not going to let her take very long. πŸ™‚ Thanks Barbara.

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