Loss
1332,
One thousand three hundred and thirty two days without your smile.
The first 365 were the hardest. They were the ones that hurt the most, and made me fell the most lost.
365 more, were spent trying to accept that I will never talk to you again. Accepting that death is infinite and not temporary.
The rest? Well, the rest have been me trying my best to do more than survive. Knowing you'd want me to live, but feeling it's hard to breathe when I remember that you're actually gone...
©young_flower
#grief
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229 Days
I always look for you in the sky.
©lossletters -
Already the cemetery
Tree lined paths are thick with mud
Visitors struggle with motion
Spring season rain has come early
Tears are no surprise to this place
They fall here every single day
Watered with the grief of loved ones
Sadness blooms in silent bouquets
©charlieka -
Holding On
Tumbled in pastel clouds
East of the mountains
The sky dances with lightning and the show is beautiful
Lift my spirits I beg the moon cowering behind the storm
Break me out
There comes a time when the light is so fine and thin with sparkles that I am breathless and in awe and then in the span of seconds my thoughts turn and
I know its wrong
but I can't escape this feeling
Like no other
I want you beside me and I want more time to speak to you and watch this brewing storm and talk about I'm needing you so damn badly I can't wrap my mind around this craze I am in
I am so struck that lighting frizzles along my hair and over my skin
I'm dipped into glow and my blood is liquid gold
Thunder rolls low and long and I try to shake myself free
Damn this dream is holding me in his arms
Hugs from reverie hold me fast for eternity
©charlieka -
Breathing
*Breathing is a beginning point. Instead of going into panic take few breath, and ask yourself:"Do I want to contract or do I want to expand?"
Affirm
*"I breath in love and flow with life,I am expanding."*
*All is well in my world.
©shahintalks -
todd_towers 3d
Natural you say?
How can death
Be natural?
Do you look
At a fading flower and rejoice?
Or do you pine
Pine after loose petals
Flowing in the wind?
The fallen tree might
Birth
New growth.
But the kindly
Golem it could have been
Is dead forever.
Would a lover lost
Or a mother bereft
Stand by grave
And say
'all is well as should be?'
Shadows grow there
Till day be restored
Nay,
It was never meant to be.
In absence of life fruit,
And in the presence of sin
Death rushed in
Yet bittersweet
In Christ we feast.
For in Him,
We are spared
Curse's recompense
But not every consequence.
©Todd_Towers
#spring #fall #nature #faith #grief #deathA lament in spring
Would a lover lost
Or a mother bereft
Stand by grave
And say
'all is well as should be?'
©todd_towers -
ions0206 3d
Go Away
"I watched you walking
Away from me without
Any grief that's why i
Didn't stop you because
I know you deserve someone
Better than me and you
Can be free without any
Responsibility... "
©ions0206 -
Nobody ever prepares you for it,
Those moments when the only thing that can express the pain in your heart,
Are the tears that fall and soak into the earth,
No one ever tells you how hard it's going to be,
To lose something for good,
To only revisit memories and smile at pictures,
Knowing your fingers won't ever brush across their skin,
Nor will your eyes grace their face outside the frame of a fading photograph,
No one ever told me,
That there was going to be a lump in my throat that would make it hard to breathe,
That I would spend hours simply thinking of you,
Why dont they tell you?
Why isn't it taught?
Why won't they show you,
How to say goodbye without losing apart of your heart?
©brianna_m_salmon -
They say time doesn't stop, and I won't ever ask it to.
The wind keeps flowing, and the petals are still falling, the bells won't stop ringing, and I can feel the cold slowly crawling...
Crawling over my spine, as I hold myself tighter, like a cornered fighter at the end of a fight, my bones brittle and eyes shining bright...
Bright like the headlight of your car on the night we met, smoke hanging on your lips, as I kept running, in borrowed heels, my dress all wet...
Wet like the eyes of people, crying as they lower you in the ground, covered in black, whispering prayers, the silence reminding me of a sound.
Sound of the time, that won't stop, even if I beg and plead, so I do the only thing I know I can, it's to keep your memories hidden within me ...
©Prachi -
Change: a misleading alternation
It allows you to grow, to be better and stronger
It allows you to be kicked, into the ground crawling back up
It allows me to further create and ponder
It allows me to cry my heart out with grief
It allowed me to slowly move forward in my healing
It allowed me to feel the worst pain I'd ever felt
Replacing pictures in frames of memories tainted
The night you left.
- M.L.W
©makaylawalkerrrrpoetry -
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Dearest grief,
Dearest grief, older than time
Passed away peacefully on a day I can't remember
She graduated from the death of a most beloved companion
For long, she worked as the mismanager of my life, the shadow of self loathing and misery
Living through simple pleasures like isolating me from friends and family
Her uncanny ability to deeply destroy is dearly remembered but not missed
She is survived, through Prayer, Memory and Strength
By a better understanding, a flexible and organic approach to life
She remains only half dead, unburied, waiting for her next victim
Her final words: Life is not an orchestra, it is random!
©breadcrumbs -
Hello sweet grief
Hello old friend,
My mind runs back to the days
When I thought you'd be the death of me
And I worry for those knowing you a first time
If only they knew you're more than a fling
You're a keeper, a true tragedous friend
Hello sweet grief,
You and I owe it to ourselves
To heal and let the world know
That you're not the end of it
They'll know youre not as ugly
Mostly, that you last, too long
They won't get used to you
But they'll be stronger!
Of course not ready
But braver!
©breadcrumbs -
vinit___ 2w
Innervoice_175
Uska hona, ab nya sa nhi lgta zindgi me, mano wo hmesha se sath hi thi mere...❤️:,-)
©vinit___ -
pottersays 2w
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.
. Many a times, it just requires a living being with whom we can share a thing or two. One who listen us without abrupting. It's really strange that in this seemingly large world, it's becoming very difficult to find such a person.
Whenever, an unfortunate incident occurs in our world, we start saying things like why didn't he/she reach out to anyone?? Why did he/she seclude himself/herself??
Or even more interestingly, we start blaming people who generally surround him/her. We target them that they left him/her alone.
But is this really their fault?? & if it is how can we say that we haven't done the same thing to our friends/colleagues. Or are we so ignorant that we consider that we don't commit such crimes (if it is a crime).
The reality is that it's not possible anymore to stay connected all the times. Strange, No??
Not many will agree to this. Or don't want to agree. Why?? Because it challenges an old order. An order built on old values those are very dear to us. We don't want to agree that we've discredited them. We still want to live in delusion that Family is there to help you. Your friends are there to help you. & we all are very good friends & family in our own minds.
Isn't this image imprinted in our mind?? We don't want this good family/friends image to get shattered. Because, deep down we know that it will. It's just a mirage. So, we start secluding ourselves, hiding things. We know they won't understand. We start keeping to ourselves. it's not that bad in the beginning. We share our things with our own mind only. We start living a life of solitude. It feels empowering at first. All your secrets safe with yourself. But then, your own mind starts betraying you. A happy life of solitude turns into a miserable life of loneliness. You get alerted. You try to reach out to your friends. But find that it's not that easy anymore as it used to be. They've become distant. They feel distant. You dial their numbers, talk to them. You try to sound happy. you notice their feigned interest in your talk. You give up.
Obviously, you can't tell them exactly what's happening because you've hided things from them ( or not told them) and you can't start from beginning again. You want them to listen. They start asking irrelevant questions, (probably arising from their efforts to feign interest in your talks). You feel like they are faking it. so, you divert the route. Yoh tell them all other things but not things for which you'd called them at first place. Same thing happens with other friends also. Same thing happens with your family members too. The distance between you and them feel too large to travel. So, you decide to skip it. You tell yourself that you can handle it. But can you?? Isn't your biggest enemy is you yourself by now?? Your own mind betraying you?? Plotting against you.
& hence begins the series of battles. Every task seems like one. Everyday becomes unbearable. Your own thoughts start killing you. You try to shut your mind But can't. Because it knows you better than you. You find yourself more lonely than ever day by day.
You start losing your voice. You stop talking. You avoid people. You eye range becomes limited. Yoh don't look beyond a few feet. You become silent and silent day by day. You become so silent that even that silence starts to turn into chaos. You want to scream but find that your voice is lost. Words doesn't come easily from our mouth. Whenever, you speak (or you've to speak because you've no choice while shopping/ordering etc.) you find that your voice is strange. It doesn't feel like your own voice. Your body starts betraying you. You want to cry but you can't. A lump is formed in your dry throat. Tears won't come out how hard you try. Nor will sleep. You start indulging yourself in movies/series (most probably ones involving tintiest fraction of your brain functioning). You stop leaving your place. Your surrounding becomes a mess. So, does your room. But above all, you yourself becomes a mess. You're no longer a full functioning human. You're a ghost. a ghost who is invisible to everyone. One who is irrelevant to everyone. You don't feel that it's your place. You want to leave it all behind. & sometimes, PEOPLE ACTUALLY Do.
That's why grief counselling is necessary. It's important to acknowledge this feeling before it snatches away your identity, your life from you & turns you into a living/dead ghost.
#Grief #acceptIt #pottersaysGrief Counselling
A small step to build a small world where people connect through a common feeling i.e. Grief.
A small world where they can not only acknowledge it but also accept it.
So, they can move on.
©pottersays -
aj_potter100 2w
Many a times, it just requires a living being with whom we can share a thing or two. One who listen us without abrupting. It's really strange that in this seemingly large world, it's becoming very difficult to find such a person.
Whenever, an unfortunate incident occurs in our world, we start saying things like why didn't he/she reach out to anyone?? Why did he/she seclude himself/herself??
Or even more interestingly, we start blaming people who generally surround him/her. We target them that they left him/her alone.
But is this really their fault?? & if it is how can we say that we haven't done the same thing to our friends/colleagues. Or are we so ignorant that we consider that we don't commit such crimes (if it is a crime).
The reality is that it's not possible anymore to stay connected all the times. Strange, No??
Not many will agree to this. Or don't want to agree. Why?? Because it challenges an old order. An order built on old values those are very dear to us. We don't want to agree that we've discredited them. We still want to live in delusion that Family is there to help you. Your friends are there to help you. & we all are very good friends & family in our own minds.
Isn't this image imprinted in our mind?? We don't want this good family/friends image to get shattered. Because, deep down we know that it will. It's just a mirage. So, we start secluding ourselves, hiding things. We know they won't understand. We start keeping to ourselves. it's not that bad in the beginning. We share our things with our own mind only. We start living a life of solitude. It feels empowering at first. All your secrets safe with yourself. But then, your own mind starts betraying you. A happy life of solitude turns into a miserable life of loneliness. You get alerted. You try to reach out to your friends. But find that it's not that easy anymore as it used to be. They've become distant. They feel distant. You dial their numbers, talk to them. You try to sound happy. you notice their feigned interest in your talk. You give up.
Obviously, you can't tell them exactly what's happening because you've hided things from them ( or not told them) and you can't start from beginning again. You want them to listen. They start asking irrelevant questions, (probably arising from their efforts to feign interest in your talks). You feel like they are faking it. so, you divert the route. Yoh tell them all other things but not things for which you'd called them at first place. Same thing happens with other friends also. Same thing happens with your family members too. The distance between you and them feel too large to travel. So, you decide to skip it. You tell yourself that you can handle it. But can you?? Isn't your biggest enemy is you yourself by now?? Your own mind betraying you?? Plotting against you.
& hence begins the series of battles. Every task seems like one. Everyday becomes unbearable. Your own thoughts start killing you. You try to shut your mind But can't. Because it knows you better than you. You find yourself more lonely than ever day by day.
You start losing your voice. You stop talking. You avoid people. You eye range becomes limited. Yoh don't look beyond a few feet. You become silent and silent day by day. You become so silent that even that silence starts to turn into chaos. You want to scream but find that your voice is lost. Words doesn't come easily from our mouth. Whenever, you speak (or you've to speak because you've no choice while shopping/ordering etc.) you find that your voice is strange. It doesn't feel like your own voice. Your body starts betraying you. You want to cry but you can't. A lump is formed in your dry throat. Tears won't come out how hard you try. Nor will sleep. You start indulging yourself in movies/series (most probably ones involving tintiest fraction of your brain functioning). You stop leaving your place. Your surrounding becomes a mess. So, does your room. But above all, you yourself becomes a mess. You're no longer a full functioning human. You're a ghost. a ghost who is invisible to everyone. One who is irrelevant to everyone. You don't feel that it's your place. You want to leave it all behind. & sometimes, PEOPLE ACTUALLY Do.
That's why grief counselling is necessary. It's important to acknowledge this feeling before it snatches away your identity, your life from you & turns you into a living/dead ghost.
- @pottersays
#Grief #AcceptIt #pottersaysGrief Counselling
A small step to build a small world where people connect through a common feeling i.e. Grief.
A small world where they can not only acknowledge it but also accept it.
So, they can move on.
©aj_potter100 -
When you lose someone so close especially a family member, you mourn for the rest of your life. You move on externally but internally you are always grieving which nobody understands, sometimes not even you.
©shriek_of_silence -
theidealist 2w
When Grief comes calling,
what do you do? Do you
slam the door on her? I
tell her, "Now, be a lamb
will you? I have to keep
my sanity. I have to sleep".
But she is a vixen in black
with a cigar dangling on
wry scarlet lips. She smirks
and laughs and breezes in
and sits on the edge of my
bed. Oh dear!
All night long she
babbles and babbles.
She says she knows me
all too well. This witch who
is neither my friend nor my foe.
But dammit! She prods and
plods and pricks where it
hurts. From childhood to
lovers to the bruises on my
shin, the story of my life
on her palms.
She is an itch I'll like
to get rid of. A rotting
skin I'd like to cut out. But
that's what she do, clings
steadfast to me, her
cigar smoke filling
my lungs.
When morning
arrives and she leaves,
I stumble out of bed.
The bags under my
eyes a gory sight,
my tousled hair a
nest fit for a bird and I a
walking tragedy mortals
and gods pity .
©Meri Murry
Had to be sarcastic XD
#grief #irony
@writersnetworkI married the Night and now He keeps me awake all night
©Meri Murry -
teensheldon_111 2w
Love or Obsession ...
#love #happiness #grief #smile #cry #thank #plead #emotions #pain
.
I don't love you ....
I just want you ....
I want you to be mine....
I want to be the reason of your happiness,, I want to be the reason of your grief...
I want to be the only one to make you smile,, I want to be the only one to make you cry...
I want to be the only one you should be thanking,, I want to be the only one you should be pleading...
I want to be the reason of your every emotion..
By stating every emotion, I mean every single emotion of yours should be mine , for me , or because of me...
And listen ,, Don't try to make stories in your mind ,,,,
I don't love you ... I just want you to be mine...
Mine...Mine ⛓️
I don't love you ....
I just want you ....
I want you to be mine....
I want to be the reason of your happiness,, I want to be the reason of your grief...
I want to be the only one to make you smile,, I want to be the only one to make you cry...
I want to be the only one you should be thanking,, I want to be the only one you should be pleading...
I want to be the reason of your every emotion..
By stating every emotion, I mean every single emotion of yours should be mine , for me , or because of me...
And listen ,, Don't try to make stories in your mind ,,,,
I don't love you ... I just want you to be mine...
Mine...
:- Khushi
©teensheldon_111 -
restless_nib 2w
Functioning with grief isn’t easy. The need to be strong fights with the need to be breakdown every day. Those blessed with friends and family also know that the deepest depths of grief are swum through alone. The light of the day and love brings shared joy and hopes. Yet, for sure those moments before elusive sleep comes are yours alone.
#grief #loss #coping #darkness #light #growthHello morning. Hello night.
Hello morning
Time to add back the layers of happiness
And the top coat of bravery that gets me through each day
A now practised move
Putting the lid back on the dark deep
That threatens to engulf me but somehow doesn’t
It will be night before long
And those moments before sleep
Will never fail to visit me in the dark
Regret coexists with hope
Fear tinges forward thinking
Tears flow, with pause but never to stop
Grief that has descended low
Not seen outside but coiled in layers below the surface
I know it is sharp for it has splintered me inside
I now exist within myself in many parts
She who will never move on
She who can laugh and be merry
She who can be a fun mother
She who dreads being a single parent
Each of those she's is now me
This too shall pass
I repeat unconvincingly
Hello night
©restless_nib