A Poem

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A Poem

I’m stretching my writing muscles by writing a poem a day (see my 2016 Goals article).

Disclaimer: The loss I wrote about in this poem is not one I experienced. Several of my friends have lost their husbands in the last few years. I am just trying to imagine what it feels like to  be in their shoes.

Graveyard public domain

Loss

by Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Where once stood the person I loved
There is a hole
Not just an absence
But the sense of something vital now missing, torn away
(Like a right arm)
A jagged wound that cannot be healed
An incompleteness that can never be made whole

No one else can take his place
No one can mend the abyss
The pain is so acute I wish I were dead
Rather than endure another moment of the nightmare left to me

About Andrea R Huelsenbeck

Andrea R Huelsenbeck is a wife, a mother of five and a former elementary general music teacher. A freelance writer in the 1990s, her nonfiction articles and book reviews appeared in Raising Arizona Kids, Christian Library Journal, and other publications. She is currently working on a young adult mystical fantasy novel and a mystery.

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