Sorrow

When the sun is shining bright

but all seems lost

muscles tire and give way

Is this how the cycle begins?

If only the movements could stop

so the rawness could heal

For every breath now feels a momentous task 

 and a step is a leap into depths unknown

Shattered into oblivion…

the pieces will never go back the same

-Camille Delaquise

This poem appears in Behind the Facade, Camille’s debut contemporary poetry collection. Sorrow speaks to the physical and emotional disorientation of grief — that shattering inward experience in which even ordinary movement becomes difficult and the self is altered beyond easy repair.

This poem is available as a contemporary poetry print on textured recycled card.