Acceptance

Acceptance

Acceptance

The silence has settled in
In a plea for noise,
I scream from my heart
but only my ears can hear

Life is slow moving now;
slow to begin and crawling to end
My mask is fading
and I can no longer pretend
that everything is okay

It’s not okay, I’m hurting
but I no longer feel alone
and although this is not easy;
and very hard to understand,
so many have reached out to me
to help me and to hold my hand
So many that wants to help me accept

Everything is not okay
but I no longer feel alone

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Storms ahead

Storms ahead

Clouds bunched together
in a somber embrace,
sheilding themselves with
raining showers
just like the ones that
that fell to my face,
just like that morning
after her funeral
Streaks of lightening,
and a thundering storm
fearless showers
out of the norm
hiding the tears now streaming
down my cheeks
Tonight the winds howl;
the rains pound against my heart
as another was taken from this earth;
another family torn apart
Minutes into hours
I lie awake, grief stricken;
for me, for them
for the tears
that stream down my cheeks
and the pillows soft they fall on;
the pillows that have now
become my shoulders

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sprinkles of hope

sprinkles of hope

A man sits with a child on his lap as victims of Saturday?s earthquake, wait for ambulances after being evacuated at the airport in Kathmandu, Nepal, Monday, April 27, 2015. The death toll from Nepal's earthquake is expected to rise depended largely on the condition of vulnerable mountain villages that rescue workers were still struggling to reach two days after the disaster.  (AP Photo/Altaf Qadri)

I gazed upon a bed
of trampled weeds
and early blooms;
their bodies crushed
and soft white petals
wilted to the ground
For them,
fear was their only sound
A few brave stems,
wavering in an effort to stand tall
desperately helping
the others to not fall,
dripped of strength and courage
I swayed fearlessly
with them in the softest breeze
as a new rain sprinkled
them with hope

It is for them that I pray tonight

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Not enough

Not enough

I’m missing you so much today
I feel you in my every breath
The last few hours spent
immersed in your scent;
folding your clothes,
boxing your shoes
trying so hard to be strong
but truly it’s all a ruse
Inside, I’m fumbling
my heart crumbling
The tears I can no longer hold at bay;
not today mom, not today
As I sit here in the sunlight
I feel you in the leaves
rustling all around me
and in the cool breeze
whisping through my hair
I’m wearing your shirt and your scent
is hugging me everywhere
Your favorite perfume
kissing the nape of my neck
But it’s not you
not even close
not enough with the perfume
and rustling leaves
not even with your clothes
It’s just not enough
I miss you, all of you
so very much

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Always by my side

Always by my side

Always by my side

Another day has come and gone;
a Tuesday forlorn
The sunlight hid behind clouds of grey
Raindrops sprinkled throughout the day
Another gloomy day for sure
Until I felt a whisper soft
against my shoulders wide
I snuggled within my mothers cardigan
and could feel her by my side
Her arms warm across my waist
A whispers kiss against my face
I could feel her by my side
Raindrops sprinkled still
throughout the day
and the sunlight hid
behind clouds of grey
but I felt her whisper soft
and I truly felt her by my side
I love you mom

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