This poem too I read at one of the readings I participated in of the Olympia Poetry Network. I wrote this poem at a moment of insight therapy was giving me about the bittersweet experience of loss coming to terms through healing.
Request
Embrace these bleached bones
Of my soul,
the clattering hollow
bruising my steps.
I want to make chimes
with these silences and clutter
That make up the story of me.
If you but touch this makeshift
Instrument,
It will sing, it will sound.
Trudi Ralston
June 24th, 2010.
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