You were the poetry I wrote, my longing in every word to summon the shadow of your fading heart lost to that forever sleep of darkness that has hardened me and left me here in the most empty, loneliest parts within my pleading ghost to be healed of these eternal hurts, desperate to cure death…
Reflections; Lessons In Grief
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Orphan
My mother was a flame and my father a drop of rain now a ghost and I was a gentle open earth dreaming, a soft wind that blew planting the seeds nearly drowned at birth and still I struggle to rise from the smoke, desperate to reclaim them both, building fires in the storm, waiting…
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Remembering my dad today,
It’s hard to believe you’ve been gone eight years now. It’s true, you left me with a lot of scars and yet you could never fully kill the love I keep in my still mending heart for you……
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No wind or wing but only a hope and a dream…
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