February 22, 2007: Hurt

I wish the pain would ease.
I sit here;
write
cry
write
hurt
write
moan.

Where do I hold the pain?
Where do I gather the one calm image that somehow
alleviates
alleviates
soothes?

There are no images, no peace--just exposed hurt.
The pain of letting Nora go too soon feels crushing.
I just want it to all be a dream.
                                    horrible but a dream.
Wake up!

I feel here still.
I feel her move within me and that slices even deeper because in a very short while I have to hold
Limp.

My limp, small babe.