by Sharon Berry
Clinging hope is gone
Invisible memories spent
In wisps of darkness turned light.
Sweet & salt upon our lips
Pressed hands, warming
Rub out the cold.
I breathe presence of mind
Hear silence, nothingness
Hums of space in between.
Closed eyes see yours
Silent colour in shaped waves
Seen and unseen.
Existing ceases, endless
In the wells of emptiness
We abide, adorn, breathe, exist again.
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Sharon Berry is an emerging writer who finds solace and healing in words as she navigates life with chronic illness. She has honed her craft through journaling and participating in the Darebin Writability program, where she has focused on poetry and short stories to express herself and process past trauma. Sharon is drawn to Buddhist principles and has explored how mindfulness, compassion, and meditation can support healing and recovery.
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