Heed Heart

Will grief and joy arrive on time?

More often lost or late.

With grace, let pass the dear clock’s chime,

Your heart heeds not the date.

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Heed your tender heart, whatever it is going through. Grief has no timeline, joy has no expiration, and certainly, your heart does not know what day, month, or year it is. There are no order to my poems, as often, my feelings fly at their own pace. Like any injury, the recovery is not linear, there will be good days and worse ones. So yes- my poems seem ‘out of order’, just as my feelings seem out of order. I wonder now if all of my poems are not just one, and yet I am collecting them page by scattered page with no hope of constructing a sensical or chronological book. Some are missing. Some are lost. Many will never see the light of day. But I am glad to share these few with you, and if you are healing too, I hope you allow yourself time and grace.

© Aimee Wood 2022