IN SPITE OF IT ALL
A clear mind, with a racing heart,
A misty feeling tearing apart,
A soothing ache blessing a calm.
Why does it still feel like no harm?
The meaning of the meaning,
Of the meaning,
Still a meaning.
Finding a perspective that lost its beaming,
All I felt was
Unextinguished,
Breathing.
A thin thread of essence,
Unraveling and weaving.
Cushions of almost kept my hope suspended
Vague, but uninterrupted.
In spite of it all,
My pulse still hums beneath grief’s pall.