Few souls alive can truly relate
To the version of pain which forms companion to this tragedy
How do you choose to feel when you lose your best friend?
Your father?
Your brother?
All three at once?
When they all exist within the same body
Something compels you to reside with them
However, the earth holds you close
To something that you have no choice but to love
Mother or nephew, you beg God to bless you
Turmoil lurks around each corner you turn
Ashes to ashes, each day your soul burns
You hate what’s become of the life you once enjoyed
Time passes, the sands fall to the bottom of the bin
Like masses in church that resolve your sin
Perhaps God’s plan is not meant to be understood
Human devices cause conflict within your temple
Life will work itself out if you keep your eyes open
But Lord knows it’s not quite that simple
I once despised the things which arrived
Once I was left with unwanted duty
But from now on I can be thankful truly
For I am better for the journey ahead
Whether now or later, faced with the same circumstance
The heart holds the feelings of a child
But overcoming it now retains me from being wild
As it does the chosen few which can truly relate
My outlook has been redirected
Rather than despise the pain, the challenge is respected
Because if not for obstacles this life would not be possible
Nor would the ability to cope from within
Face the world!
Take shots on the chin
Stumble and recover; invisible medicine
Time heals all wounds, though not completely
Yet experience dominates all things discretely
Author notes
This is dedicated to my father which I lost a little over 6 years ago, and a close friend which lost her brother almost 5 years ago. It's not the most poetic piece I have ever written, but expresses the thoughts on my mind at the time I wrote it. I'm not looking for overly critical input, nor am I looking for sympathy.
You are however, more than welcome to leave your thoughts.
Please tell me what you think
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that was calming to read and almost nice to hear... i know it's a meaningful piece for you and may even harbor some saddness - but thats the feeling i got while reading it. i enjoyed it, glad you shared it
i think for a not so "poetic" piece it's very poetic. ok it doesn't rhyme but for some reason you have this really great flow and use of your words and sentences that i know i def. dig about you
with what i'm going through i find it almost wierd that you still keep writing all this time, and my brain has just gone "poof" i dont know what to do or where it went...
oh well, nice write!
set up that battle kid! -
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Thanks
Thank you for the kind words. Yeah, this was real personal. Myself and a good friend share a real similar experience and we were both going through a moment discussing how no one really understands until it happens to them.
As far as the writers block, I've been there big time and don't write nearly as often as I used to. But as soon as I have a little inspiration, maybe even one line, I write it down and take it from there.
It'll come back to you, I promise. I'll set the battle up soon, probably sunday night.
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