Tag: Death

NaPoWriMo #22

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ineluctable

how does one escape one’s own mind? the torturous thoughts plod their way in, pumping away until the moon cries silver tears on a spring day.

a day’s pain is measured by sadness–how much is displayed–how much is there to give?

I fall out of my bed and in line with every day calling me, and take a chance on me once again.

am I worthy? can I be more?

the breaking comes when I am least prepared and the box I am shoved in gets smaller. there is no way out.

you recognize my pain

and do nothing.

Originally published via Simily.

NaPoWriMo #17

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42

Caison, my little Munchkin Man.

42 is here, and I spent
the day before my new
age watching the glow
of a toddler shine before
my very eyes.

he has a way of removing
my heartache and pulling
the sunshine into
my frame–what a gift
a few words can be,
especially when everything
inside tells you nothing
will change . . .

but you know, truly know
that the perfect smile
from a loved one so dear
can bloom in your spirit,
and give you relief.

joy comes in the mourning.
grief isn’t forever.
life is meant to be lived,
and the child knows this,
lives this, and understands this.

NaPoWriMo #16

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agony

I’ve written a book of poems
no one can read right now
without crying or feeling
like their heart will raise itself
up out of their chest, and walk
away willingly.

it helped me–to flesh out those
poems–to lend them to the air
around me, and grieve . . .
truly grieve as each day passes.

it’s in phases.
sad to acceptance to mourning
to celebrating the life she
lived and being grateful to
share the same blood with a
human being so God-damned
special.

I know the agony my family
feels as they struggle through
each poem.
I know the pain that creeps in,
sits at attention, and waits
to be acknowledged.

I know all of this because I
wrote the words that causes
the pain that helps me heal.

NaPoWriMo #13

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the light that will never fade

For Chrissy

Photo by Ovayo Ntlabati on Unsplash

we shared the same blood
connected by decades’ love
your beauty still lives

you had a great light
shining throughout your body
who will carry it

it will never fade
as long as we speak your name
you will always be

NaPoWriMo #12

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In Waves

For Chrissy

moments with you sashaying
through my thoughts — they come
in waves.

you — a golden-hearted soul
given to us for the time allowed,
still smile as brightly as
you did here on Earth — in my heart.

I feel you. 
I know you’re here.
and this acknowledgment of comfort
pushes me through another day.

I hope you see me trying to
hold up your light — trying to
give these gifts I have 
while I still can.

one day, I will not write 
about you but that will not
mean, I have forgotten you.