celticfife's Journal

I'm trying to prepare myself for the day. My mom's wake is today. How do you ever prepare yourself for that, though?

After great pain, a formal feeling comes

Emily Dickinson

After great pain, a formal feeling comes—

The Nerves sit ceremonious, like Tombs—

The stiff Heart questions was it He, that bore,

And Yesterday, or Centuries before?

The Feet, mechanical, go round—

Of Ground, or Air, or Ought—

A Wooden way

Regardless grown,

A Quartz contentment, like a stone—

This is the Hour of Lead—

Remembered, if outlived,

As Freezing persons, recollect the Snow—

First—Chill—then Stupor—then the letting go—

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"What you want, what you lost, what you had, what is gone is over. What you got, what you love, what you need, what you have is real."  Our Lady Peace - Not Enough