Waiting is Over

The waiting is over.

The ax fell.

Taking those friends

I knew so well.

I was spared

For another day,

To live with the loss

Of those gone away.

I pick up shattered pieces

Of my fractured shell.

Press on with work at hand

Until the quitting bell.

I trudge to my car

Giving thanks on high,

Here by the grace of God

Am I.

I will carry on;

New friends will I make

Until the axman comes again

For me or my friends to take.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I survived this layoff that took many friends. This poem is for them.  
Companion pieces "Waiting" and "A Dream Lost"

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Karyn Indursky's picture

Heart clutching piece. I had tears in my eyes and I'm not easily teary eyed. Great write. I think a big part of your talent is that it comes from your heart, spirit, soul.