The Lovely Bones

The lovely bones

bear the scars of love.

I keep trying to bury

the bones but they keep

rising to the surface.

The living stand in place

unable to move on

until the dead release them.

So, I carry around the bag

of bones, dragging them

everywhere I go. The unclaimed

bones weigh me down

sometimes. I just cannot

seem to let go of the

lovely bones. The blood

no longer protects the bones.

Yet they are still lovely

to me. I fear the day I

find the strength

to set my bag of

lovely bones down I

will have to watch

as the wind scatters

the bones & carries

the memories away.

Peace & Love,

Rosalind