I am an unhinged door
Heathcliff skulking across the moor
All the words left unsaid
All the to-dos undid.
It turns out
A life doesn’t have to be complete to end.
The bills unpaid, the pants unhemmed.
You don’t have time to get it right.
You just have to keep doing it,
Looking for the light.
Mistress of None 
mrsofnone
December 31, 2018 at 10:52 am
I just finished this thought I had started in June after spending 10 minutes looking at nothing outside, still trying to believe that my mother is dead. Maybe with the new year, I am ready to let something grow from the hollow of loss inside myself. I do hope so.