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Blue Dreams for a Broken Heart

I am frozen over like the Lake of Avalon 
in the longest winter in history. 
Like I will never be able to move again. 
Like all my dreams are deep under ice 
with nowhere to go, 
and no possibility of coming true. 

Blue dreams for a broken heart 
spun in the throes of bereavement, 
growing cold from loosing too much time.
Your face, your smile, the light in your eyes, 
etched in the glaciers of my love. 

There I can go to see you again. 
Purple kisses from my lips 
upon your visage. 
I wrap my arms around the iceberg 
to finish the journey of becoming
utterly still. 

Your memory, 
the only part of you now here,
frozen in time, sinks like an anvil 
to the bottom of my heart 
where love has no limits, 
as if to tether us together in a vision
before all my love is buried under snow.

I could not keep you small
in the limits of my pain,
for your joy deserves no bounds.
I will see you running in my dreams
with a wide smile and a wild heart
beating as fast as your feet.

And when I have grieved enough,
and my waters flow once more, 
every tear I once shed for you 
will revive the lake 
where magic itself resides. 
Pictures of you on melting ice 
inform the water. 
And I make a wish then and there:

You will feel my love when it rains,
and you are washed clean of any pain
of our parting. 
You will always be loved beyond measure
in a place where you can flourish 
as the wonder you are.

And when the grief is finished 
with the great work of proving 
that I loved, 
my blue dreams will turn red 
and mend my broken heart 
turning it pink and gold and rose 
for the end of mourning.

There I will find my heart 
has grown bigger all the while
from all of my love for you.

©2022, Sheya Forest

Author's Note:  I wrote this as a goodbye letter to a puppy I had to re-home.  I was too disabled to take care of her the way she deserved, and was getting injured in doing everything I could to make sure she was happy.  She loved me, I'm sure, but was having to restrain some of her joy because of my own low energy.  Now she has 5 acres to roam free with another canine friend, and an able bodied woman with ample energy to play with her and make sure she has every good thing, especially the freedom to be as happy and energetic as she is as often as she likes.

Art: Blue Dream, Mixed Media on Paper, by Elsa Santos.

About Me

I wrote my first story when I was a wee girl of three, followed by my first poem when I was eight. I’ve been writing ever since as a way to cope with life. This practice evolved with learning in both structured settings and through the practice, itself. In my own healing crisis, I found a process I affectionately refer to as Poetic Alchemy. Now on the journey of getting my life back, I do this not only for myself but for you.

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