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I don't know how to describe it:
Seeing a woman so truly in love with her husband. Weeping bitterly that he was taken too soon. While the other mourners are held speechless. All wish to comfort her but can't quite find the words or the actions to console her. A hug isn't enough. All the words they muster just isn't enough. And so you just have to look on, quietly, hoping, praying that she will get through this. And knowing that, at least for now, she can't.
I walk away from him probably for the last time. I know I will see her again, though. And, her memories will bring him back, if only for those few extra moments. There is still so much left unsaid. Still so much to be desired.
I can't help but see love in it's purest form. So young and innocent. Maybe like a star, bursting forth with it's whole being and then quickly being snuffed out. I see his funeral and wonder at my own. We were actually so similar, I do not doubt my own service will mimic his. The few consolable friends. The weeping widowed. The family who lost a piece of their heart, only to be filled by memories of the future generation.
That day, I walked away and saw how sad the world was:
The skies mimicked our thoughts – quiet, cloudy, and cold. The wind licked at our skin, craving to take away our lifesource. Our breath, a hint of our very souls contained in our bodies. Mud soaking into our feet. I could feel my very bones shake. Leaves mingling with the earth, a reminder of our corporeal forms. Only the trees seem to fight the ill force of death. Swaying, reaching ever upwards. A few draped with reds, oranges, and golds.
Maybe it is the trees that will help bring us back.
And still the world keeps turning...
Seeing a woman so truly in love with her husband. Weeping bitterly that he was taken too soon. While the other mourners are held speechless. All wish to comfort her but can't quite find the words or the actions to console her. A hug isn't enough. All the words they muster just isn't enough. And so you just have to look on, quietly, hoping, praying that she will get through this. And knowing that, at least for now, she can't.
I walk away from him probably for the last time. I know I will see her again, though. And, her memories will bring him back, if only for those few extra moments. There is still so much left unsaid. Still so much to be desired.
I can't help but see love in it's purest form. So young and innocent. Maybe like a star, bursting forth with it's whole being and then quickly being snuffed out. I see his funeral and wonder at my own. We were actually so similar, I do not doubt my own service will mimic his. The few consolable friends. The weeping widowed. The family who lost a piece of their heart, only to be filled by memories of the future generation.
That day, I walked away and saw how sad the world was:
The skies mimicked our thoughts – quiet, cloudy, and cold. The wind licked at our skin, craving to take away our lifesource. Our breath, a hint of our very souls contained in our bodies. Mud soaking into our feet. I could feel my very bones shake. Leaves mingling with the earth, a reminder of our corporeal forms. Only the trees seem to fight the ill force of death. Swaying, reaching ever upwards. A few draped with reds, oranges, and golds.
Maybe it is the trees that will help bring us back.
And still the world keeps turning...
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Stare, Dream, Dance, Feel
Waking up that morning,
A shallow sunrise still
Burns into my face.
An ache, a twinge,
Thoughts of loneliness,
Put me in my place.
An exercise of realizing
What it meant last night
To be ever so free.
Meshing and melding my mind
In a ball of emotions,
Oh how it turned me to glee.
Alas, being over and moving on
Is the only choice
I now have to take.
Uttermost cautions me,
Lest they find out
The past I must fake.
Climbing into the vehicle
That will carry me forward,
I remember you.
You, who invoked feelings,
Swirling dreams, emotions
That to me were so new.
I weep to myself at
That very moment as
I realize what I've lo
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Feeling The Light
I'm falling apart without you
Deep inside i'm crying
stuck on repeat in my head
Having no way out
Damning my self for eternity
Hearing your voice for the last time
Lost in my cold existance
Lost in your presence
Feeling your shadow
My soul feels tormented
My soul feels ignited
Feeling my skin burn with fury
Feeling my insides being torn
Wishing I were never born
Wishing I for a second chance
But all i get broken glance
But all i get is nothing at all
Nothing for breaking my fall
Laying on the ground injured in pain
Feeling the sadness feeling the rain
No one will help as they walk by
Even if they hear a moan or cry
A child of god just like y
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Don't Forget
I’m not even as half as strong
as I wish to be.
I’m not even a quarter of how clever
I’d like to be.
I’m not, I’m not, I’m not
oh so many things.
But I’m a million times better
then I was at the start,
a hundred times better
than I was ten years ago
and a fraction better than I was yesterday.
The things that defines me,
are what I’ve been creating all my life.
It’s the result of the mistakes and flaws
I’ve collected on my road
and the hope and courage
I’ve created for myself.
I’m not even a fraction
of what I wish to be
but it’s alright, I know it is.
Because as
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