chest no longer thrust proudly out
like that of a pouter pigeon
bit by bit each day
she’s losing her religion
a long dreaded loss
has reduced her to a wraith
28 years later,
once again – she’s lost her faith
is God in heaven, laughing?
she’s certain He’s decreed
that she’ll forever be denied
anything – anyone – she might need
the worst has finally happened
yet the Lord keeps her alive
what deity would do this?
she’s not sure she will survive
32 days in
& by sobs she’s still wracked
faking smiles for all those people
who want the “old Kath back”
well, grief is messy, folks
have you never suffered a loss?
& she has yearnings of her own,
for your opinion she gives not a toss
alone in bed, she hugs her pillow
clad in her Mom’s t-shirt
watchin’ shite on telly
tryin’ her best to deal with the hurt
asleep, she dreams of returning
to the land of her birth
but how’s she’s supposed to live in a country
where skin colour dictates ones’ worth?
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