Jun 2019
Tears pour
from a raw, deep place,
peek out of my eyes,
and slide down my face
Today marks a year,
a year since you left
we said goodbye on April the 6th
and I don't want to cry
each time I think of you
but I think of you a lot
So I take a shaky breath,
I wipe my wet eyes,
find something yellow,
and say goodbye
from a raw, deep place,
peek out of my eyes,
and slide down my face
Today marks a year,
a year since you left
we said goodbye on April the 6th
and I don't want to cry
each time I think of you
but I think of you a lot
So I take a shaky breath,
I wipe my wet eyes,
find something yellow,
and say goodbye
someone that I knew over social media died of osteosarcoma and I wrote this poem for her. She was an angel on earth and spread the love of Christ everywhere she went. Her cancer treatments were far from easy, yet she met them with an unwavering smile. She passed last year. If you'd like to learn more about her journey, you can find her account on instagram @thenookdolls.
