‼️!!this is not an update!!‼️
it's been a year since my uncle died and i wanted to share a poem i wrote for him.
to anyone who's dealt or is dealing with grief, ily, and i see you and ik time doesn't heal all wounds and it's pointless to say something stupid and cliché like "it'll get better" bc grieving can be a lifelong process, but there are still so many good days yet to live, even if it doesn't feel like it
personally, it still doesn't feel real that he passed, i still feel like he's going to text or call any day now to ask me about my summer plans
he asked me to hangout a couple months before we found out how sick he was, i declined, and i regret that so fucking much
i remember messing around with him at my sisters grad party and it just feels so strange knowing he won't be there at my own
this is a safe place, and if you ever need someone to talk or vent to about literally anything, don't be afraid to reach out, my dms are always open<3
anyways, here's my lil nameless poem:
this is the end
the final sentence of the bedtime story
we've been keeping our eyes open to hear
the last snow has already fallen
this is the sun peaking out
to melt it all away one last time
this is the final goodbye
words whispered between lovers
with tear filled eyes
voices fading down a corridor
as you walk the familiar steps
one last time
and as the curtains close
and the spotlights shut off
this is the final touch
blessed is human contact
that we love so much
one last lingering hug
heart pressed against heart
as one of them slowly loses pace
this is the end of the race
forceful limbs rush
the rest of an exhausted body
one toe over the finish line
a faint smile is uncovered
against flushed cheeks
before the stars and spots take over
and everything around you dims
as you eventually fall to your knees
this is the end
the end of waking up early
(not that you have to really wake up
at all anymore)
the end of late night food runs
and enthralling action movies
the end of lunches with nieces
whom you tried so hard to know
the end of deep conversations
and nice warm showers
but it is not necessarily
the end of all things
just this path you've walked for so long
the one you tried to rush
afraid of the tunnels and dust
you missed the sun and the fruits
hidden beneath haunting leaves
but it's okay
we all walk down different roads in this life
as you start your new adventure
i hope you'll keep this in mind
that hate is a weakness
and love is a prize
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MR. GRIM - minsung<3
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