Sierra Mazzucca's Poetry site

Oh no…
April, please don’t go.
I know May is knocking, anxious to come in.
While June is stalking, eagerly waiting to begin its torment.
Please don’t leave me alone with them, again.
The 6th month has been waiting to break me in.

The pain arrives start of April, until after her birthday ends.
The sadness never goes away.
It still hurts but it lessens, for three hundred and sixty-five days.
Until April comes back around to show its face.
Only to leave me alone with an empty ache after its 30th day.
This year it tried to really make me believe that I am weak.
And the pain I am feeling will never completely leave.
That may be true.
No matter how many bent knee and elbow sessions I call upon to relieve me of this grief, my heart will always have a space for you.It is just the strengthening part that hurts me to the point I am still a little angry.
To believe after all this suffering, something beautiful will come to be.
A testament to my faith in the one who knows what is good for me.
Learning grief can never have a deadline.
Never shows an ending.
I just have to learn to abide, quietly. Respectfully.
But from April to June 29th, I need a little extra hand holding.
To support me through, my soul strengthening.