heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
"Where You Used to Be"
I sit where you used to stand, Where your laughter echoed, And the air still feels like you, Even when you’re not here. I tiptoe through our shared moments, Wishing I could rewind, To when your smile was my safe place, Before the medicine and the silence. But I can’t escape the way you looked, The shell that held you but wasn’t you— No, that’s not how I want to remember, Not with the cold stillness of the room. I want to remember the way you’d laugh As we’d argue over silly things, How you’d cheer me on from the sidelines, And how you always made me feel seen. I remember the warmth of your words, When you told me you loved me And I choked on my own tears Just trying to say it back. I remember the cats, How they came to say goodbye, And the nurse who couldn’t hide her tears, Because you weren’t just family to me. You were a part of the world that made sense, A part of the kitchen, the letters, The gentle etiquette lessons and jokes, The simple warmth of your presence. But now I’m left holding fragments, And the room is quieter than before. I reach for the memories, Clutching the ones that feel like you. And I won’t forget the warmth of your smile, The way you’d light up a room Before the world asked us to say goodbye, Because what matters most is you.
By Israr khanabout a year ago in Poets
Trauma
Author's Note: I was asked to join others for a day on the topic of trauma. What it is and healing from it for Native Americans and people of color, and LGBTQ+ populations. Should be fun.There is a panel and a breakout with people from each of these groups. A co-trainer and I will handle both a panel presentation and a breakout presentation.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Before He flew Away.
She carried wounds no eye could see, love once broke her, set her free. A girl who tried, but could not stay, her heart would run, it feared the way. Success was hers, her name was known, yet deep inside she walked alone. Then fate returned, a sudden start, the boy who once had crushed her heart. He wore the wings, a pilot’s pride, the jet she boarded, he would guide. No longer wild, no longer fast, a youth pastor with prayers that last. With tears he said, “forgive me, please, i broke your soul, i bent your peace. ‘Be kind and tenderhearted too, forgive as Christ forgave you’” (Ephesians 4:32). She turned away, her heart unsure, the pain was deep, the scars were pure. But then the news, the sky grew dim, a crash had silenced hope in him. Her tears fell down, her heart released, forgiveness bloomed, her soul found peace. “For if you forgive men when they sin, your father forgives you” (Matthew 6:14) within. The past had gone, the chains undone, Forgiveness shone like morning sun.
By Chris Liberty about a year ago in Poets
