Poem -
A MAN OF ASHES
THEY CALL ME MAD
BECAUSE IN ASHES I BATHE,
LET NOT THE WORLDÂ
RECOGNIZE MY FACE.
MY THOUGHTS ARE ADRIFT,
FAR BEYONDÂ
UNDERSTANDINGS REACH,
FOR THE DOOR OF MY HEARTÂ
HAS BEEN BROKEN AND BREACHED.
SO IâLL FACE THE WORLDÂ
WITH SILENCE OF TONGUE,
NO MORE WILL I SPEAK
UNTIL MY LOVE HAS BEEN FOUND.
HER HEAD SHE LAID
ON MY CHEST IN THE NIGHTS REST,
BUT WHEN THE MORNING CAMEÂ
HER BREATH FLEW WEST.
IN MY ARMS, LAID HER PRECIOUS BODYÂ
WITHOUT HER SOUL,
THE STILLNESS OF HER HEARTÂ
RENDERED HER LOVE COLD.
THEY CALL ME MAD
BECAUSE IN ACHES I BATHE,
LET NOT THE WORLDÂ
RECOGNIZE MY FACE.
WILFORD BARKER.
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Wow Wilford you captured something truly heavy here. That first stanza that is later repeated hits home for me. The first few years of being widowed I just didnât want to be seen. Couldnât even look in a mirror as hated myself existing without him. I think this might be my favourite of yours so far. You tapped into that true heartache one suffers in grief đ¸ beautifully sadÂ
O WOW!
Well i did not mean to take anyone back to sad days.. Nevertheless.. i am happy to know that you have come to a place of healing⌠Was trying to capture how the world judges someone without knowing the kind of grief, and the reason behind the madness.. Why an individual act a certain way that seems ridiculous to onlookers.
âBut thank you so much for sharing your inner feelings with us all Gwendoline.
I am so happy that you can now share your wonderful smile with the mirror.. lol
and your heartfelt poems with the world.
love always my dear friend.
And your message is right my friend. I can vouch for many young widows who feel judged and misunderstood. Grief changes a person and I know many of us widowed young have felt our  situation, makes  people uneasy. You brought a light onto a subject many donât know is there. Itâs a beautiful thing to do. I use to stay silent over it. I learnt the only way for people to understand is to talk openly about it. We should not hide such things because it can happen to anyone. This is a fabulous poem  xxÂ
Once more Gwendoline.. you are always on top of your game.. Â Stay true to yourself.. it rubs off on others.