There are countless tomorrows without you
the conversation that we can't share
as well as our hugs, laughs and advice
for the decisions that I had to make.
It felt like I blinked
the rain had been forecast
you took the angel's hand
and flew off to Heaven
into the arms of the Almighty.
There are countless tomorrows without you
the star gazing that we can't do
as well as our meals, jokes and fights
that kept us both awake at night.
I prayed for your wellbeing
the snow was in abundance
you were nearer than I expected
and kept whispering to me
that you were alright.
There are countless tomorrows without you
the movie nights that we can't enjoy
as well as small talk, singing and adventures
for the times when I need to do more.
I felt alone most days
the rain had been rough
you saw me in my darkest
and held me through it
into the light ahead.
There are endless tomorrow without you
the wonderful places that we can't visit
as well as our chatting, wrongdoings and dreams
that brought us where we had to be.
It was getting worse again
the snow was outdoing us
you watched me fade away
and helped me swim
from darkness to light.
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A/N: So, I think there are three stages to grief: one is where it hurts so much that you can't breathe, one is where you can't accept it for the long run and one is where you decided to let it drown you and not ask for help. There is no way that the fourth one is going on with your life without being hurt. Healing is not linear and it can only go worse if you let it. I also think that it never goes away as you'll miss your loved one as long as you live on this earth. It's simple as that. You walk around with that grief. You work with that grief. You live on with that grief. The least that you - or someone you know - can do is say what you feel and embrace it. Don't see death as an end; rather see it as new beggings. In the end, nothing comes near to the pain of losing a loved one, whether you believe in God or not. So, embrace it(if you can't accept it) and talk about them as much as you need or what to. Just keep their spirit alive and never-ever forget them.
This poem is about my personal experience when I lost my older brother. There are quite a few poems that came from my grief and I cherish them so much. I love how writing and inspiration for it can come from different forms and situations and always seem to take my breath away. It's magical, don't you think!?
I truly hope you have had the loveliest July and even better August. Summer and your adventures are not over yet, so enjoy it while you can and do something on your bucket list.
Stay safe! x
M.
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Breathing in, breathing out
Thơ caI could never find proper words To tell you how much I miss you And all the little things you had; First, the way you saw this world Through your sad ocean eyes. PS! In this collection, I touch on many serious topics like suicide, death, grief, trau...
