The Storm (Poem)

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The Storm

As the thunder rolled and signaled danger,

we kept fighting our way through

the confusing maze of gathered facts,

disappointments, setbacks, and fear.

As you disappeared inch by inch, pound by pound,

I averted my eyes to avoid what I was seeing.

And closed my earsto what I was hearing.

Your lovely smile was fading and

you magnificent presence was disappearing

in the mist of denial.

 

Then, lightning struck!

It was sharp and jagged

It crackled and tormented our very beings!

We ran for cover, seeking protection from

the onslaught to come.

But,  there was nowhere left to hide.

 

The zig-zag of harsh light

made us open our eyes, our souls,

to the understanding

 that we had finally run out of time.

Frightened, yet quietly relieved,

we surrendered to the inevitable.

 

After the storm, your spirit was gently released.

And, for you my darling,

the rainbow beckoned and a new passage began.

Our journey together came to its end.

As “we” ceased to be an “us

I was left waiting for the clouds to retreat

and for a sliver of hope to emerge.

For now, there is a deafening silence.

 

 

With grateful love to my husband Martin J. Rund who passed away on February 11th, 2009

Laurel D. Rund (c) 4.12.09

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It began in 2009 when a life-changing event transformed me into the woman I am today. Never could I have imagined that the death of my husband of 42 years would take me on a journey through loss and grief to a redefined sense of self. Death, an unexpected teacher, was my transformative metamorphosis. The slow...