such a snowflake
pure and unique
a winter glance
long, golden locks
and cherry cheeks
my beloved brother
our rich treasure
unable to move
nor even speak
a defect nerve system
holding your core
with feeble lungs
and a blinded sight
though you fought
so very bravely
every single day
for five whole years
until your body
was too harmed
to go another night
and heaven came
but far too early
to crave back your life
a borrowed sunlight
illuminating the sky
our fey blossom
planting your love
in our small hearts
when you flew away
i felt an ache so vivid
that left me petrified
with a heavy chest
and wetted eyes
for a long, long time
because i didn't see
the beauty in letting go
but now my vision
has been cleared
because you, dear
have taught me
to always be strong
and never give in
to the bloody thoughts
of a murderous mind
so i lead my weak self
out the dark pit of sorrow
picked up my pieces
and glued them together
until i became a whole
once again prepared
to face the reality of grief
though more sanguine
and with an assurance
that our paths will cross
in another lifetime
3/8/17, 10:58 p.m. - dedicated to my brother who passed away at five-years-old from a neurological disease - i love you.
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MERAKI
Poetry/may-rah-kee/ (v.) to do something with soul, creativity or love; when you leave a piece of yourself in your work
