Mourning Songs

I rise every dawn reluctantly,
And it's already on my brain.
Everything it went though, so many memories,
It's enough to go insane.

But I raise my chin and continue on,
Letting no signs of weakness show.
All my feelings are kept buried inside myself,
True meanings are always held below.

Still shaking off the end of sleep,
My dreams I see slip away.
I know I should be able to handle it all,
But I still want the fragments to stay.

Anything and everything stirs up ancient images,
Reflections of venerable items come without warning.
I must hold strong and realize,
It's just my typical, everyday mourning.

HMM 6/26/97