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Bittersweet pomegranate

Seven years ago today

An immature teen

Clocked by reality

Life had been so good

I had a roof

plenty of food

so many dreams

I thought would come true

In the months leading up

To that fateful day

I lost hope in the world

Cut my ties with religion

Pushed the whole world away

Because I was in pain

Emotionally distraught

-

“This can’t be real” was my only thought

pinch pinch pinch till I bruised

But I wouldn’t wake up

In those days

I felt like each was eternal

Daily visits to the hospital

To see the strongest person I knew

Slowly losing his strength

Drugged up so much

He forgot who I was

I couldn’t understand

Why he couldn’t remember

One day I sat by him

To keep him company

He was so fed up

He just wanted to die

To leave that forsaken room

Of which he was a prisoner

He yanked his iv

With so little strength

As I held him down

With tears pouring out my eyes

He looked into my soul

And with such a piercing rage yelled at me

-

“You’re worthless let me go

you are not my son”

Those words cut deep

And broke me inside.

-

My last memory with him

Kills me to this day

It was the last chance I had to visit

And I went into his room

I tried to have a conversation

But he was delirious

He had 5 blankets

But he shivered and said

“Nieve, nieve”

I hugged him tight

A million thoughts running

Through my mind

-

In my head I ran away with him

Took him on a journey to cross off

Everything from his bucket list

-

In reality I sat with him and wept

He wiped away a tear and murmured under his breath

Words I couldn’t make out

So I tried my best to figure it out

“Fruta” i managed to hear

So I started naming fruits

“Sandia”

He nodded no

“Fresa”

His head again shook

Till I guessed what he wanted

I promised him

I would bring him one back

The very next morning

On my way to school

I passed by a tree

And the fruit my dad wanted

Hanging within reach

And as I walked closer

I thought to myself

I’ll pick it later

And headed to class

-

I still remember clearly the moment I found out

I was in 3rd period algebra

When I got called to the office

Which wasn’t something new

Since I was a rebel

But I felt my gut drop

And somehow I knew

“I don’t know how to say this, your sister is on the phone”

Said the lady in the office

She handed me the phone

I didnt even let my sister speak

“Ok, bye”

-

The office lady asked me if I wanted to go home

But the last thing I wanted was to see

Was the bigger picture

I had lost peices of the puzzle

All that was left was rubble

Seven years to this day

I’m still constantly depressed

And filled with regret

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22 / M / Cali
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Nov 29, 2017
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