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ada banyak cara untuk mengeluh
ada banyak cara untuk merajuk
ada banyak cara untuk jahat sekalipun
tapi ada banyak cara untuk melakukan hal baik
aku bersebrangan dengan angan dan mauku
sulit jika tak ada prantara
jatuh terperosok mungkin hal biasa
terjungkal aku tak mengapa
hanya jembatan asa yang dirajut harapan kuat
yang jadi kebutuhan dan kekuatan
Nurul Amalia 15 November 2018 19 .13
terkadang untuk menggapai apa yang kita harapkan tidaklah mudah..hanya berdoa dan keteguhan hati yang bisa membuat semuanya terwujud..tentunya dengan usaha dan ikhtiar juga..
 Jun 2018 Ever since new york
I'M MAKING nachos in your toaster oven. The chips fall in the pan without a problem. Beans, evenly distributed (if I do say so myself.) Salsa- good to go. Then the cheese. Generic brand shredded cheese blend. I dangle my (washed) fingers into the zip-lock bag, grab a generous pinch and rain mild cheddar down on my gourmet meal. And I feel the tears building. "No," my conscious scolds, "you will not cry over shredded cheese." I add another pinch for flavor, then another to assert dominance. I slide the pan into the tiny oven- triumphant! But the next task breaks me. I freeze when I try to adjust the heat setting. I hear your voice so clearly, like you're still calling from the next room: "you have to press the TOAST button, it cooks much faster."  The tears start to roll. I think about how excited you were when cheese bubbled perfectly- "just a little brown, ever so slightly crispy." We would joke about your persnickety preferences, likely a product of your superior taste. Of course, you would have appreciated anything I made for you, but it was always better when the dish matched the idea in your head...when I made it like you would have made it (if you were only well enough to cook for yourself again.) In the present, I poke the TOAST button and flee the kitchen as to not cry in front of the smothered chips. I sit on the sofa and break down, gasping in childish sobs. "I miss her," I wail to an empty house. Warm tears coat my cheeks in the air-conditioned room. I feel so small. I feel so foolish for crying over stupid, little things. I feel so... so... A bell dings in the kitchen. I wipe my sleeve across my face and traipse back to the toaster. Hand into oven mitt, mitt onto pan, pan onto table. I grab the plastic tubs of sour cream and guacamole from the fridge and a spoon from the drawer that sticks a little when you try to open it. I pick the non-wilted bits off the head of lettuce and rinse them under the faucet. I finish the recipe. I pull out a chair. I sit down to nachos for one.
Grief is such a strange emotion/process.

*Oh my! Thank you all so much for your support! I wrote this back in June when I needed to get it out of my head and had no idea it was chosen as a daily until I just logged back on and thought there was a glitch with my notifications number. I was slightly mortified that a piece of my mourning got exposure but after reading your comments I'm glad that I documented something many of you identified with. I've since journeyed a bit farther in my grief- slowly overcoming my initial instinct of trying to instantaneously analyze every feeling to determine whether I'm "allowed" to have it. I went to a group bereavement meeting offered by the hospital that treated the loved one in this poem and the nurse running the session made a good point- no one can fully understand another person's relationship with an individual who's passed on. Interpersonal relationships are unique and so is grieving. Being gentle with yourself (especially in times of struggle) is woefully underrated. And with that, I send love, gratitude, and positive vibes to this wonderful community
Hai kenangan
dulu kau meninggalkanku begitu amat berat, tapi mengapa kau begitu mudah muncul kembali?
Malam ini terasa dingin
Sedingin pandangmu terhadap aku
Namun itu kata orang
Tapi aku tak merasa
Yang terpenting atas segalanya
Adalah kamu selalu dalam jarak pandangku
Jika tidak aku mati
Padahal kamu tak memandangku
Walau tak ada yang istimewa
Bagiku kamulah keistimewaan

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