This storm too

Pain comes on like a wave

and I breathe in and

ride it out.

When did I learn to surf

so well;

so deftly?

No one should be this practiced.

Here it comes.

Breathe through it.

Yes. Yes.

Like a Lamaze class in grieving.

The birth pangs

minus the newborn prize.

No joy of motherhood for this one.


Always the bridesmaid and all that…

Just breathe through it.


Another wave crashes overhead.

But life taught me to tread

and my head’s above water

and this storm


shall pass.