Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2011

SORROW

by Theresa McIntyre

When I was young I did not know Sorrow
I saw Her once from a long way off
She was shrouded in a misty veil
And Her companions were weeping
 
As I grew older I met others She had visited
They wept too
And their faces were haggard with pain
Sometimes She arrived unannounced and took them by surprise
Sometimes, there was a herald
 
One day, I met Her face to face
She paid me a visit and then went away for a while
But, deciding She liked my company
She came to stay
 
She follows me around now
Though I try to shake Her off and ignore Her
But Her presence is etched in my face
And I too, am weeping

Added: 22.04.2011

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