I cried.
God how I cried.
The first time in so many years and
then ... so many tears.
No wars
No crimes
No hatred or anger
No reason but ...
you -
Mom and Dad
I needed you like never before
and I needed to tell you something.
So many stars I saw through liquid eyes
the universe spread before me
which one was you Mom?
and where were you Dad?
I spilled my guts
and held my head in cupped hands
praying for forgiveness and
freedom from the relentless guilt.
The little boy became a man again
as the man was being born
But the tears won't stop
nor the fears
nor the absolute sense of being alone
beneath the heavens of what was home.
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Written October 1st, 2005
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I envy you to have had parents to love that much and parents to love you back as well...A wonderful but sad poem although in the end it was good to cry so maybe it is a happy poem and to know you are never alone...Darlene
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this is so sad it made my heart ache and my mind was twisting over your words-what inspired them? is it something really that awful? you wrote with such vehement-the style really drove your points through as well
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This really touched me...so sad.
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This jolted me back 40 years....yes that long.....to when I lay on a hill with my brother and looked up at the stars searching for my Nan. We chose the brightest star in the sky.... Your parents are still with you, contained in your precious memories. Non of us are infallible, learn to let go of your feelings and take one day at a time.........
Lovely lovely poetry......well done and take care -
Love it
Beautifully, sad.
I love this, so much...tonight, it touches me deeply.
I miss my Dad, have done what you described more than once...
Lovely work, Saggie...I've missed reading you. -
I spilled my guts
and held my head in cupped hands
praying for forgiveness and
freedom from the relentless guilt.
Awe, Spiritual Tears. . .this is a good thing. Nicely expressed, from your heart, new beginnings.
~Mary O -
Alone is a black thread in a silver garment. Eddy's right, the secret is to be so tired when your head hits the pillow that you really don't give an R. A. What better way, though, to get to know yourself? I mean, when the night falls, and all there is is silence, you see things in a totally different hue. It becomes so difficult not to take a deeper look inside. See into the real you. It can make you...or break you. I hope it makes you stronger.
M
Edited on Oct 04, 8:31 p.m. because ''. -
A few weeks back I was lying and bed and couldn't sleep as usual and it hit me how alone I was. I had originally moved here because of the ex and so when we can back from Florida we came back her, because HER family and friends were here. With the split I hit pretty much isolation, for I have now family here at all and I lost my mom to cancer a few months after my divorce.
Sometimes life keeps you so busy that you really don't have a chance to think, and maybe sometimes that is for the better.
I understand where you're coming from my friend. Take care...
-Eddy -
heartbreaking, Sag...
a similar scene played out in my head as i read your words.
Moonie -
This absolutely griped my heart. Your emotions are so powerfully expressed...it almost made me cry.
Red -
Lovely and sad
Hi John! This is really beautiful...it touched me in ways I cannot even describe. It hurts so bad to miss so much. I wrote one about my mother too recently, along the same lines too!
It feels like its heartwrenching, I do understand. Your pain is truly felt here.
This was wonderfully written...I am only sad for you that it had to be something so painful for you. Keeping you in prayers.
God bless John, and I am here if you ever need a friend, anytime.
Luv, ~Kitty {{{{
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Oh, Sag, you're making me cry, too. Such a heartrending poem, so much feeling, emotion... it's times like this when the emotions take over, we can't seem to let out enough to make it better. But then when it's over we realize that it is a little better. The tears seem to wash away some of the heartache, the fear, the feelings of regret and guilt.
That feeling of being all alone... I get that sometimes. I know I'm really not but the ones I need to be near me at that moment in time, seem so far away. I'm 68 years old and there's still times when I need my mother so badly. I understand where this poem is coming from, John. I really do. And please know that my heart is with you, I hurt for you and with you. My prayers are with you. Everything wil be okay
Love and a big
Dee
Edited on Oct 01, 9:28 p.m. because 'typo'.
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