The day dawns less grey
Less oppressive seems the sun
And lights that lead the way
show simpler pathways here to run
Your name is not a beating
repetition in my heart
No image of your leaving
haunts each day now as it starts
I check but cannot feel now
your essence in my bones
Iโ€™m content and do not notice
the silent telephone
Recovery was gradual
as silently it grew
A miracle of time now
and one I never knew

ยฉ Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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12 Responses to Recovery

  1. Yep, that about sums up the healing power of time Helen ๐Ÿ™‚

  2. I do love it when you stop noticing the silent phone and stop checking every 5 seconds. ๐Ÿ˜„๐Ÿ˜ณ๐Ÿ˜ข๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜ญ๐Ÿ˜Š

  3. I liked the idea of time and recovery from past loves, commitments. Well done Helen.

  4. such a good place to be when one reaches this – sometimes a long haul after the door has closedโ€ฆ but then a new door opens ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. So true and so beautifully expressed =)

  6. Skye says:

    So very true, Sis. This one had me in tears….brought back to a place and time. A sign of a very good piece. ๐Ÿ™‚ Well done, as always!!

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