Free From Grief; No Longer My Companion - a poem by Leslie Walsh

Lost I was, broken, searching for the fragments to define my life,
Tears fell down amid the gray like clouds of strife,
Grief spattered on the walls, red blood like paint,
Looking back through dark windows of longing at my own self restraint,
Of love I could not show,
Of my own child on which my gentle touch I knew not how to bestow,
And so I struggled with the demons of this grief that stayed beside me like a companion,
But not a good one.


And, now I say go away sadness, grief and regret,
Your anger I choose to forget,
For all you do is drag me down,
Taking away the smiles and the laughter that turns it around,
I sleep now without you, old pain,
You have dried now like yesterday's rain,
My eyes have already wept you away,
There are no words you have now to say,
To drag me back to your bloody tomb,
For in me, in my heart, for you there is no room,
You have had your fill of me and those who love me, those that I love,
For light has made me free.