I miss you more than anything. I've shed too many tears to count.
But in the end I know it'll all work itself out. Because you wouldn't be you if you let it happen any other way. And I know without a doubt, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that you're still watching us. Looking out for us.
All those tears weren't cried in vain. All those pleas weren't made for nothing. Silence may be my only answer. But actions speak louder than words. And I know you'll pull through someday, somehow. Spilled blood can't fester forever and neither can these hurts. This pain can't last forever.
Someday you'll find us all together again. Home. It isn't where we grew up or where we find ourselves moving as we get older. It's wherever your heart always wants to be. Where you'd take any excuse to visit and to stay a while. Linger longer than you have to just because you never want to leave. You were always that home for me and it was never so much a place as the people I loved.
Now you're gone and I'll have to find myself somewhere else to call home for a while. Wait out the tears I've been crying, the ones that don't seem to stop coming. And maybe someday find my way back to the only home I've ever known. Family.
Keeping you grounded and happier than anything no matter what else is going on. We rely on them for so much. We don't even realize how much they mean to us until we ind ourselves lost without them. I miss the togetherness that seems to be missing now. But I know that we have to band together now more than ever. We need each other to get through this and be strong.
So we pull each other close. Hold each other tight. And cry our hearts out onto each others shoulders. There are enough tears here alone to fill all the oceans on the earth and then some. They show me how much you are truly missed and how much you meant to so many people. You were worth the tears they shed, every single one, and we all know it. But that won't bring you back.
And that's the hardest part to grasp.
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With Broken Wings (2013)
Poetry"Take these broken wings and learn to fly again." This is my own personal story of overcoming my demons and my grief. I define my recovery. ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя ѕнσυℓ∂єя тσ cяу ση, уσυя яσcк ωнєη уσυ'яє ησт ѕтяσηg ι'ℓℓ вє уσυя нєαят ωнєη ιт'ѕ вяσкєη, му α...
