There is a wall I cannot climb,
a veil I cannot pierce,
a door that will not open,
a song whose words I do not know.
How do others learn
to navigate the frigid rivers
of sorrow, age and loss?
Who taught them how to pull
the lost threads of fulfillment,
and how to gather the supplies
they need to save them when hunger
strikes, and the light dims and fades?
There is a book I cannot read,
a message I cannot decipher,
a screen I cannot see,
a secret no one will reveal.
About the Poet: Diane Elayne Dees’s poems have been published in many journals and anthologies. Diane, who lives in Covington, Louisiana, also publishes “Women Who Serve”, a blog covers that women’s professional tennis worldwide.
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