Tense fingers, angry back,
Stiffened neck, yearning to sag,
My fever burns inside as I lumber on
Toward the mountains that pardon my soul.
Urge to cry, scream and moan
Burns deep within my flaming chest.
These sounds in silence I stifle,
As I reach towards the earth.
The tree I planted here,
Over the silent, stopped stillness
Of my beloved cat,
Blooms fiercely in the sun.
I feel no longer
Shrieking, maddened sadness,
Lurching from the depths
Of my unattended soul.
The tree gives me assurance,
Shakes my hand and consoles me,
A heart misplaced by transcendence and time.
A love for only
What foretells wholeness
Occasions life, and
Brings oblivion to stand by my side.
About the Creator
Susannah Halliburton
The tree I planted here, over the silent, stopped stillness of my beloved cat,
Blooms fiercely in the sun.
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