The heart shatters at the loss of love,
The crippling pain of a death of one loved,
As they leave us alone in a smaller world,
Alone to survive on our own.
**
Gone but never forgotten,
The pain rises and ascends to suffocate,
The chest tightens, threatening to explode,
And the waterfall breaks in a never-ending cascade.
**
Dreams are sought over the act of living,
Fantasyland a preferable residence,
Because disbelief has taken hold,
Strangling our mind of the truth of it all.
**
Shock wantonly wraps around us,
As we cannot accept the truth that is unwillingly laid before us,
The struggle is real,
And forgetfulness an easy assignment.
**
The pain crescendos through our being,
Our mind refusing to accept that which is too real,
But until it does, the grieving cannot succumb,
Into acceptance of a monumental loss.
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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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