Alaskan Grown Freelance Writer 🤍 Lover of Prose
Former Deckhand & Barista 🤍 Always a Dreamer & Eggshell-Walker
Lifelong Animal Lover & Whisperer 🤍 Ever the Student & Seeker
Travel 🤍 Freedom Seeker 🤍 Wanderer
Happily Lost 🤍 Luckily in Love
Author's note: As I was typing the lines of this poem, the song in my headphones changed. Suddenly amidst these thoughts I am writing, the words being sung in my head by the band The Weepies find themselves entangling themselves into my poetry without my permission. In honor of this beautifully sad and inspirational song, I have included the link to their song via Youtube. (CLICK HERE)Feel free to listen to the song as you read this poem, and you will be fully immersed into both the artists' minds and my own. And credits issued to the band for their extra inspiration and quotes included within the poem.🖤
🖤 My coffee sits in front of me, cold and untouched I remember it is there as my head I hang down I take a sip to prevent the migraine from coming on
Mint and Honey-Scented Steam
❤ Soulful music blares into my headphones As my hands wrap around the warm mug Filled with tea that rests in front of me
Wakeful Dreaming of the Broken-Hearted
❤ Exhaustion overtakes and then leaves me Sleep unattainable amidst the inundation of Endless thoughts of traumas and abandoned treasures
I know what you want For me to just shut up Well, I guess I won’t I have tried to Just for you Keep my mouth tightly closed
Through With You
❤ You did it again - You put your foot Right up into your mouth. These bitter thoughts, And harsher words - They keep us divided.
🤍 Life’s not fair for anyone. We all have our traumas, Each of us, everyone – Some even share the same. All of us, uniquely bruised.
Daddy, Oh, Daddy - I Love You - Goodbye.
Author's Note: The following is a very personal and long poem - A step in the grieving process of a little girl (or a woman who once was) trying to come to terms with the loss of a father, she lost long before he was lost in death. To all of those who are grieving or have or will, my heart is with you, and I recommend, as I now know, that you write a poem or two. Whether you feel you can write or not, you need not rhyme or even spell accurately - but if you can get it out in some way, let me tell you just how magically - it is cathartic, it is healing. And if you cannot, find a poem that someone else has written that speaks to your soul ❤