Leaving takes more time than we sometimes desire...but your passion shows through Alison..and your will is destined to follow, I am sure

"But somehow, here I am." This line, though I'm unsure of your intentions for it, seemed to be the be one of those rare, perfect lines--one I thought should be separated from the rest. It simultaneously says "I want to leave this place, but for whatever reason I can't" and "After all the things I've been through, I'm still here." Anyway, awesome write.

Just reading this has me feeling it. Broken lanky limbs, like a bird hoping for the day its wing will heal. Soft, lonely, lovely.

True to your form, this is another excellent piece of work. And Ali, you will skip into a brighter moment----focus forward,even as the memories try to snatch you back.

The imagery here is incredible - I can see you wandering around the ground zero of a traumatic event, even a year later. Absolutely beautiful!

Loss is loss, and unfortunately the resolution of the grief process is multifaceted and subject to refresh at where the mind picks critical times in the series of events. When that happens, as your poem so aptly describes, its a hiccup in time, a break in stride, an emotional event that takes a life of its own. At some point as happens with all events, time has a way of making the pain and the gaping hole smaller. We are all broken in some fashion. We all know your resilience and value your intellect and compassion. Have a good day Ali.