early september
is always strange
because I don’t know if I should be
excited
for a new year
or terrified
that school is starting back up again
or if it is too early
to start falling apart at the sound of your name
in conversation
as it falls from other people’s lips
because it’s almost thanksgiving
and all I can think
is that you cannot be here
this time
or the next
or ever again
and how that space
where you used to sit
is impossible to look at
without feeling like i have lost you
all over again
and that still-healing hole
that you left in my heart
is ripped open
once again
raw
empty
and bleeding
as i do what i can
not to fall to my knees
in front of the family
that has not been the same
since you left
and how i will
once again
forget how to breathe
when november comes
and it all comes crashing back
into place
without you
YOU ARE READING
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...
