Dust from the Attic

By Lois A. Goldstein

Whispers

In night’s silence

Tease and

Torment.

Visions

Of want

Streaming

In my mind,

Awakening hopes

To struggle,

Not with

Dreams and

Memories, but

Remembering

Truth and love.

Lois Goldstein knows all too well the pain of loss and grief. Yet she also understands the need to speak her truth as she re-emerges into a new season of life.

Within her first collection of poems, Goldstein not only reflects on her diverse experiences of love and loss, but also on humorous moments, the fascinating aspects of human nature, and her internal struggles as she found the courage to embrace her true self and come out as a lesbian at the age of seventy-one.

Dust from the Attic is a volume of poems that offers a poignant look inside a life of love, heartbreak, and the realization of a lifelong truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Archway Publishing
• Release date: Jan 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781480884779

Lois A. Goldstein

Lois A. Goldstein is a widowed native of New Jersey, avid writer, and devoted mother to her two children. Now retired, Goldstein is enjoying the freedom to pursue her dream of writing full-time. She divides her time between the Pennsylvania mountains and the Delaware coast. Dust from the Attic is her first published collection of poems.

Book preview

MY SAVIOR

Hiding life,

Pretending happiness

Where none exists,

Suddenly finding us.

You were my future,

Loving joy personified

In human form.

You were my savior.

Oblivious and unknowing,

Drugs consumed

In silent disguise as

Love and hope.

In the height of your

Drug-induced nightmare,

You dove into

The blackness

Of death.

You breathed a sigh,

Closed your eyes,

And were no more.

Denials rage still

Inside my mind,

Like a river wild.

Never again will I touch

Or hold you close.

You were my savior.

Our lives now cheated

Of a last goodbye.

KEEP GOING

I crawled inside myself.

Both bleak and bright my thoughts,

Thoughts that flowed from pen to paper,

Relieving my soul.

I am weeping.

My teardrops fall against an empty pain,

Remembering a time

When my delight was lost.

A time when someone else’s heartbeats

Lived inside my heart.

How can one relive

The happiness that used to be?

How can people go forward

When all they ever wanted stands behind them?

Will I ever be able to comb away the notion

That I died with your life’s end?

Will I ever stop my want of days gone by

And seek the future for its promise?

Let the heart of my being

Begin to pump with hope.

Let me realize life will not stand still.

I cannot hide, so I will live,

As it is only the willing heart that longs

For more than breath alone.

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