Challenge
"The uses of sorrow"
"Someone I loved once gave me a box full of darkness. It took me years to understand that this, too, was a gift." (Mary Oliver) Poetry or prose.
Waterfalls.
Tears drop from each eye,outracing each other down your cheek.
What did you see and feel when you stared down the memories,did it make you feel incomplete?
You glanced at that old photograph with a closed mind and eye.
Do you see yourself in that picture,your forced smile beaming like a storm cracking open the sky.
You were there,you made those four walls of polaroid so complete.
Please don't rip the memories in two,without you there the years of cherished moments will sink down in tears of defeat.