How to even begin to mourn your absence?
How when it would be
As erroneous as
Mourning spilled milk a midst a storm
A cup that has overflowed
And a face of tears disguised in rain
 
How to even begin to count ONE loss?
When outside the doors are wide and reappearing
How?
When I’ve come across a golden gate
A heart full of wander
And a Soul blessed in His name
 
I AM God’s beloved spoiled one
Too thankful to cry
Much too in love with LIFE
To even know what lonely is
Too suppressed by struggle
To have the time to look for a fifth leg
Much too grateful
Much too awestruck
Much living a MIRACLE
 
I AM God’s beloved
Spoiled one
And all I have done
Was pray in the rain.    
 
~*~

                                                                                                                                                                                     ©Anaid K.C.

                                                                                                                                                                                      27122013

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