#Lighting Path Workbook Exercise 23 Epistrophy

[her-apostrophe]

*Funeral

I released the doves of pain into the air,

Let go of their names,

Their promises,

Watching my own chest burst open at the seams

Feeling ever intake of air match the flap of their wings

Letting the cool breeze soothe the bloody tissue

Dripping down my soul.

When you died I should have tried harder to feel -

To let that funeral be a goodbye just for that time.

So I could try to heal in a way that doesn’t make me feel

Like the whole thing

Was only numb to me.