Out of Breath

In keeping with my "poem writing therapy," here is a poem I wrote on 5/12/06. It was the week before Mother's Day and I was feeling a lot of pain. Writing always helps.

Out of Breath

out of great pain
out of madness
comes great depth

out of time
out of options
fresh out of breath

in my mind
out of my head
which one am i

in the scheme
of all thing surreal
what should i try

on my own
though the fire
life goes on

drumbeat stops
hearts decay
are we truly gone

ours was real
was more than true
that's who we are

no grasp on it
for we now know
we raised the bar

over me now
flows the truth
you have left

no one lost
we had a life
before the death