By Rachel Greenberg
Nearing cronehood
I’ve had my share of trauma and tragedy.
Buried loved ones,
my own war wounds.
To those who seek healing,
now that I know what I know
I want to tell them this:
Don’t you know that your pain is metaphor
your loss, poetic
the horrors you’ve experienced, heroic?
Everything is a symbol of something else
like these leaves clinging
to their last vestiges of life
before they spin to earth,
like the cold darkness before dawn,
like the wild geese just outside my window.
They call to me
as you tell your story.
Rachel Greenberg is a therapist, poet, memoirist and storyteller who lives in bucolic Western Massachusetts. She has a private practice and her work as a therapist and love of wild spaces inform her writing. Her work has been published or is forthcoming in the Atlanta Review, the Elysium Review, Mama Stew, the Main Street Rag, and the Sun Magazine.