Pulled over here and pulled back way over there: This is the reality of grief. Newark poet Ms. Lillian Washington captures this sensation in her prose poem, “Her Reality Star.” Night is beguiling, but brings no release. Finally, the woman finds a hint to a way out from her despair from a source that is true to her life path.
Hope was no longer alive.
A spring eternal never sprung.
Her smile, like that in a child’s eyes, was gone.
The hum of the night’s forces as she walked the pavement
Began to fade into the distance.
No longer did she believe that the magic of that day’s night
Would bring her closer to freedom from the pain of her loss.
Daybreak would come soon and the pain of that day
As the pain of yesterday would haunt her again and again.
“Why?” she cried out as she stared into the midnight sky filled with streaking stars.
The deep dark blueness cradled the stillness of the other stars that
Stared back at her tear-filled eyes.
Soon silence came upon her. No longer crying, she stood up and a peaceful look now covering her face, she rose up and declared, “No.” No longer would she believe in magic. She began to realize she should believe in the power of prayer and she would find her way back to the happiness she once knew. With her new direction found, she did not have to believe in magic anymore.
Author’s biography: In her teen years Lillian Washington performed with soul singer song writer Jackie Wilson at the Branford Theater in Newark, NJ with a female singing group called the Vandettes. Later as a member of the Theater of Universal Images she performed various plays at Symphony Hall and Essex County College in Newark. As a part of a comedy duo she did stand-up comedy at Catch a Rising Star in NYC. Ms. Washington’s current goal is to become a published writer of poetry and children’s stories. She is a member of my writers’ group, The Angry Bean Writers.