My Rock, My Hard Place
A large piece of my missing puzzle
I grieved for you today, just check the date
I forgot for that second as I held my phone,
I can no longer call you, you no longer exist
I remember with a jolt as I realise I’m alone.
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Thirty years, I don’t want to forget a second
We battened down the bad storms together,
But now it’s up to me, I’ll pick up the pieces
I may be alone but I will master the weather.
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I never understood how much pain I’d feel
I miss your strength, your unconditional love
Your voice, your advice, your listening ear
Your effortless selflessness over and above.
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This world seems so much darker to me now
You are no longer there to brighten my day,
Didn’t matter where I was at any given time
I would just call, knowing you’d make it okay.
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I am doing fine until I remember a special date
And it crashes into me, so I can barely breathe,
The disbelief, you are missing from this world
I’ll smile, laugh, hiding my tears underneath.
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Will I ever fill that gaping hole in my chest
That place where you were nestled in deep,
I treasure our years of precious memories
Some see me laugh, others make me weep.
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I truly missed you today, my dear old friend
You were one person I could forever trust,
I‘d take off my mask, show my true colours
Knowing you’d never look at me in disgust.
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I was totally blessed on that day we first met
You took me under your wing, a total stranger,
You helped me through the pain and trauma
Lent a helping hand because I was in danger.
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It is surprisingly terrifying, my rock is no more
I’m used to being alone, that’s not a concern,
It’s no longer having you there as my backup
Remembering every day you will never return.
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Colleen Millsteed
My first love is poetry — it’s like a desperate need to write, to free up space in my mind, to escape the constant noise in my head. Most of the time the poems write themselves — I’m just the conduit holding the metaphorical pen.
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