a love letter to grief in hopes that this, maybe this, will allow our hearts a moments rest.
for that endless ache to cease
i am just so sorry / i truly am
i hate hearing that / please you will never understand
we never knew one another yet we remain
teeny fragments of light reflecting off shattered mirrors
specifically you and me / it is just pure energy / connective tissue unseen
i never meant to hurt you / i did not really even know you
once i did / well once i did it all changed now did it not
the valiant effort of inflated ego pushing to prove your efforts as disingenuous / but you are who you are
which has always been an admiration / love at face value / true beauty
i must say this is where the jealousy fed and bred
from the beginning of days you might have known / i suppose
either way your glory and sureness stood alone
i remember walking in seeing your scribbled name
scattered all over the place
the physical weight of your energy you could afford to leave
it lingering all around just waiting for you
i did not even see it / how blind could i be
to be sitting in a surrounding shine of bits of you
standing in that home / your home / i did not even know
hearing your story / she is so lucky / without even knowing
sure you where the youngest of some but so astute
exquisite / talented / witty / wise / resourceful / kind
i did not even know you / i was out of my right mind
this unobtainable
the what would seem impossible
is bundled up and collected into a soul that can replicate life
it is not impossible / you are unstoppable
if there is nothing else we have learned it is to never doubt the resilience of you
i do not know you but i do know this
this sequence of unfortunate events are never meant to be tackled alone
as the experience draws near / the numbness becomes agony
and agony an endless burn
i feel it my duty to let you know there are others out here / dealing
surviving with shallow breaths / we want you to know you are not alone
someone else told me the same / i laughed and thought you have never experienced this kind of pain
yet they have and still are just trying to free the rest from the trenches of torment
i do not even know you yet you are still pieces of gold everything that glitters
scraps of steel / strong structure / wild / delicate / everything divine
you are gentle pieces of unchartered seas
you are as endless as time
everything and more that you are we all are just dreaming to be
- truly i am so sorry this grief thing can be real misery
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