Mourning Monika from a far country...For you the fighter whose arms failed... should my pen be mine?

Diary entry 

                  "To bear the unbearable sorrow"

"It is the human 

being that counts. I call gold; 

it does not answer. 

I call cloth; it does not answer. 

It is the human being that counts.« 

~ Ghanaian proverb

   Then

Could I "right the 'unrightable'

 wrong?

Could I even write it?

Could I follow that star

no matter how far

how hopeless?

The above are not my words

I quote a proverb to steady myself

I paraphrase 

The Impossible Dream

but is it?

You can hear it on You Tube

Why should I sing for you now?

Should I not change my tune?

So do I 'Let it be?'

or rant along

for sanity's sake? 

I will breathe along

even if there be no answer

Who will not let it be?

How to 

"right the unwritable wrong?"

Why does she not

whisper to me an

answer now?

And I ask all these lines?

Is this the Answer below

in three lines?

From to Dream the Impossible Dream

"And the world will be better for this

That one (Wo) man, scorned and covered with scars

Still strove with his last ounce of courage"?

But you

You are not a number

We lost you

soul sister

We lost you 

soul country

but I call you the 

One beyond 

  and they hear, more hear

1 333  and

more innumerable

who shared the bitter cup

drowning there

and my own

       We did not know

their quest on our flag?

            M,

I still have words

You followed the quest

in a way most of us

never can

I am sorry is not

enough

For you who was 

never on these pages

Facebook with tears of soul:

  My Beloved,

Rest in Peace 

You 

of

the Golden Harvest

called so by poet years ago

goodbye and yet... not goodnight!

     

  "The winds will carry us forward

with us wherever they go..(To dream the impossible dream!)

For you the fighter whose arms failed...

should my pen be mine?