Weeks trickle by, June, then July
Finally a hairline crack appears
Pressure builds, pain distilled
And through the crack there seeps a tiny tear
This dam will break
The torrent rush and dump and wash away
This soul will ache
And heave and gush and wrack some more each day
What on earth remains
After all that heartache drains?
Foundations sodden, weakened to the core?
Only time will tell
Strength might fill this well
New walls might hold the self-love that I’ve mourned BACK TO POEMS
Brona Sparkes
I acknowledge the Awabakal people of the unceded Aboriginal land where I live and work, and all the Traditional Owners of Country across Australia. I recognise Aboriginal and Torres Strait Islander peoples’ continuing connection to land, place, waters and community. I pay my respects to them, their heritage and cultures, and to Elders past and present.
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