On a May morning in the 90’s, while my world was going through a significant transition, I wrote this poem in my journal. It was at a time when I was enduring what would be a long and painful separation from a loved one. I am grateful every day that we were eventually reunited.
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Fat raindrops on the window glass
of this dreary rented room
are a welcome relief.
They offer cold commiseration
to the tears on my face.
The overcast gloom
of grey clouds
is a dome of hammered tin.
It fits well with the gloom
of my thoughts.
A shroud of fog
mercifully blankets my world,
insulating and protecting me,
numbing the reality I cannot face.
This ache is easier to bear
when it is raining,
easier to take than a pitiless sun smiling down,
illuminating the reasons why
you walked away.
– May 10, 1995
Jennifer's Journal 
Jennifer, your poem is beautifully sad – glad you not still living it. The sun does seem to mock us when it shines through our grief.
Blessings ~ Wendy
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Thank you, Wendy. Yes, I’m grateful it is in the past. It was a long five years, though.
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The shroud of fog blanketing your world rang so true for me. This is strong and effective. Thank you.
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Thank you! So happy you liked it.
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The image took me by surprise.
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I chose that cat pic because she looks like a cat in my life at that time. 🙂
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Writing through the pain has helped me through so many hardships and to look back and think wow! I felt this way, It is a gift a lesson in life lived and served and now you are wiser for the experience. Thanks for sharing this beautiful poem Jennifer.
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You’re welcome. 🙂 Last week when I dug out my old journal from those days, it was like stepping back in time, having a visit with my younger self. I only wish I had held on to diaries I kept previous to that, when I was a child.
Some life lessons are tough, but yes, writing through them, in spite of the pain, helps me cope.
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Rings so true for me
(although I am past the pain).
🙂
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That is a blessing to be past the pain. Hugs to you, Elizabeth for coming out of it. You are a strong lady. x
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A beautiful poem Jennifer. I rejoice with you that you were re-united.
xo
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Thank you, Diana. I am happy it all worked out in the end. x
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Thank you for your kind comment. So glad you liked it. 🙂
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All these images can take on some many different hues – I very much like the way they reflect back at you here just what you are feeling. Nice poetry!
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