CAMELOT FANTASIES

Widows Lament

My husband died on Christmas Eve,
His suffering long endured.
Myself and son's we prayed and prayed,
And hoped that he'd be cured.

I tried to stay steadfast and strong,
As I watched my family break.
The tears that filled my children's eyes,
Was more than I could take.

So numb of soul-and heart and mind,
I prod each one along.
Try to be the anchor,
So that they can all cling on.

Inside there grew a coldness,
Where once, a fair heart had been.
Aware of only sadness,
The blackness grew within.

And so I pushed myself to do,
The things I'd always dreamed.
Follow the light inside my soul,
As impossible as it seemed.

And as I tried to push my heart,
Into the world of the living.
I found the place was also dark,
Cruel and unforgiving.

And so I realized at once,
To settle back, and then.
Proceed with much more caution-
Where my trust had always been.

The journey now I take it slow,
Still shrouded by this veil.
But I feed that inner light within.
Cause it will never fail.

~Anne Cline