Wounded
I feel the loss of you
I suppose as one grows older
the losses mount up
like unpaid bills or clean clothes that must be folded and put away
a pile in the corner somewhere
that constantly has your attention
though you go about your daily life as if it wasn't there
see a day on the calendar
that no longer holds meaning
no card to send out - no call to make
buy a tree and decorate trying not to remember
that this is the first Christmas
that this is the first Christmas
First New Year's
First Valentine's
First anniversary
of when you were no longer a person walking on this earth
I suppose as we get older
we learn to carry our wounds with us
rather than crumble under the weight of them
But I wish that you were still here with us
and carefree
and woundless
like when you were a girl
before we knew how heavy wounds could be
we learn to carry our wounds with us
rather than crumble under the weight of them
But I wish that you were still here with us
and carefree
and woundless
like when you were a girl
before we knew how heavy wounds could be
What a wonderful poem... and I can relate to it.... so sad to have to deal with loss, always trying to keep up and holding on to the good memories and the love one once felt, still feels, but no longer can show to that one person.
ReplyDeleteI hope you find a way to carry your 'wounds' and feel as well as possible.
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Your photo is 'still' and yet 'alive' (kind of like memories) Hoping expressing your feelings through words and photos is easing your grief.
ReplyDeleteGorgeous photo and awesome poetry of which I can relate very dearly ~ thanks,
ReplyDeleteWishing you peace in your days ~ ^_^
Trust me, I relate. First year in particular can be awful
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such a poignant photo. Any loss is always present.
ReplyDeleteExpressed well...
ReplyDeleteI am so sorry for your loss, and I trust you will feel the comfort of the precious Holy Spirit as you face all of these "firsts". I so understand.
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