When the cold wraps its arms around you and sadness lies in the empty half of the bed beside you; when the pressure of the world lies on your chest like a sleeping newborn, and the whisper of your ghosts' sends goosebumps down your arms on the fall breeze;
When you feel grief pulling your hand for attention like a four-year-old boy, when sorrow clings to your leg with each step; when sadness lingers like ice at the beginning of spring, know this:
When grief pulls on your left hand, I will hold your right. When the ghosts whisper in your ear, I will sing songs of hope with you until they are quiet once more. When sadness lies beside you, I will come sit next to you until the sadness leaves and the weight lifts from your chest.
When you feel the sadness linger,
remember,
love lingers longer.
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Dancing with Ghosts
PoetryA collection of poems coping with the juxtaposition of grief and beauty, pain and nostalgia, heart ache and celebrations. From breakups to losing a child, a parent, a friend, a sibling, I hope this little collection of poems helps someone out there...
