My Word of the Month poem

Hi everyone,

Sorry it has taken so long to write my W.O.M. poem, but here it is, inspired by KEN SLESARIK’s word for November — Grief.

The Hall, the Bridge, the Gate

Grief is a stone-walled hall
where memories of loss echo
from steel-clad bootsteps.

Grief is a bridge across regret
to a place where perspective
softens pain.

Grief is a freshly painted gate,
through which the future lies,
when it's time to open it.

(c) 2022 David L. Harrison