Can writing words wipe away the sadness? Can reading them help with the healing? We have to at least try.

I am wondering why I don’t

          write poetry

          Since my son died.

          My heart

          is a wasteland

          of weariness

          Can I weather

          the frozen mind.

Like a strong wind

that suddenly stops

My grief is woven

in between the heart

and mind. 

Will the writing ever work

again.

No longer weary

with the weight of sadness.

Will the weeping ever cease?