I’m wondering if the day has come
My heart says “No more!”
“No more pushing and pulling
Stretching and growing!
I cannot encompass this”

Is it that this grief that pours
Is old or new?
Grief for the moments missed
And lost and gone
Or for the ones
That will not come
If I cannot persuade my heart
That yet again it’s worth the start
The stretching, growing, beating hard
To make the room.