Ganglion

My Ganglion

My ganglion of feelings, constricts, contains, confines
Their eventual unburdening from the rigors of my mind.

I think and plan and write and do, but never sit serene
As if that slowing down would then unveil some painful scene.

So many unseen moments, so many un-cried tears
So many horrors to explore, too many daunting fears.

My daughter could have died this month, but she is safe right now.
My gratitude and hopefulness transcend the grief and sorrow.

So now I will unwind for good, those feelings disregarded.
While valiantly I carried on, bent but open-hearted.

A day alone with me alone, alone, alone, alone.
No one I need take care of, no worry who will phone.

Just me, along the ocean view, and her on her way too.
G-d bless us all, and everyone,
And most of all, Bless YOU!!