Who life is this anyway,
Is she mistaking grief for depression?
as the saying goes.....
Grief is an opportunity to develop authentic belief
Twenty year ago, I lost him, I grief for him:
When he abandons us, should I have filed grievance?
these days it's so hard for me to hold her hands
And pretend I do care, about his passing,
Why must I be force to see things her way?
I love him, he love his mistress more, he walk away,
Our memories of him is not the same,
I see unloved, she sees the longing for his:
Poems stay with me, after he left,
Remembrance is not the same
Poems stay with me after he walk out the door:
Few days after her birth,
I cut my foot on a cardboard
The dark scar, never faded,
It stay with me: longer than his love,
My tattoo of betrayal of all his lies:
Every problem in world cannot be solved,
Each and every one of us at some point
Had that bad taste in our mouth..
Here I am this morning thinking of Christmas,
And the last time I had that taste of sadness
It can drag ones down, into the darkest place:
A poem will stay with me, after them gone
Our memories are not the same,
A poem will stay with me after them gone
And words will be sprinkle, on pages of happiness
I divided my tears into section
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue: I thread
I remembering the good times we shared
February, was your passing
today: it’s my revelation:
*Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer every man. you. Colossians 3:16
Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 3:30 PM UTC
Who life is this anyway,
Is she mistaking grief for depression?
as the saying goes.....
Grief is an opportunity to develop authentic belief
Twenty year ago, I lost him, I grief for him:
When he abandons us, should I have filed grievance?
these days it's so hard for me to hold her hands
And pretend I do care, about his passing,
Why must I be force to see things her way?
I love him, he love his mistress more, he walk away,
Our memories of him is not the same,
I see unloved, she sees the longing for his:
Poems stay with me, after he left,
Remembrance is not the same
Poems stay with me after he walk out the door:
Few days after her birth,
I cut my foot on a cardboard
The dark scar, never faded,
It stay with me: longer than his love,
My tattoo of betrayal of all his lies:
Every problem in world cannot be solved,
Each and every one of us at some point
Had that bad taste in our mouth..
Here I am this morning thinking of Christmas,
And the last time I had that taste of sadness
It can drag ones down, into the darkest place:
A poem will stay with me, after them gone
Our memories are not the same,
A poem will stay with me after them gone
And words will be sprinkle, on pages of happiness
I divided my tears into section
With each drop, with each snuffle
With each tissue: I thread
I remembering the good times we shared
February, was your passing
today: it’s my revelation:
*Let your speech be always with grace, seasoned with salt, that you may know how you ought to answer every man. you. Colossians 3:16
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