Tuesday, August 31, 2021

unbearable beauty.

you are no longer just
a single mother struggling for
two beautiful boys, 
left alone on the high plains.
 
you are no longer the 
desperate fear trapped 
in a closet, his drunken body 
blocking your escape.
 
you are not the confused 
little girl in the barn, 
sitting on his lap with 
his hands groping for an excuse.
 
you are not just the abandoned sister, 
the capable but lonely daughter, 
the destroyer of social structures, 
the lonely middle child, 
the temptress and strumpet, 
the solitary savior of broken men 

always with the best of intentions.
 
you try to recall the moment when these
memories became soft and muted,
their tenderness nearly unbearable 
 
like when the sun rose over the northern 
Atlantic the morning you watched 
as grief sifted through the cold April 
sand, when you did not comprehend
how you would ever find the way
back to yourself again.
 
but the faint sounds of family and 
textures of a life well lived
have been whispering
 
the quiet beauty of leaves 
dancing in the wind
his soft breathing in the dark, 
your sons’ laughter, 
 
the promise of a safe dawn.
 
you are a lover of words, 
a storyteller in pictures
a counterpart to good men,
a warrior on the treacherous journey,
a forgiving mother, healer, an unapologetic leader
 
imperfect but not broken
fallible but not afraid
you are the savior of self,
 
a collector of unbearable beauty.
 
© August 2021 heather brager



Art: Lucy Campbell







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