Jul 2019
It's cold, dark and dead out in this fall air.
The trees bare no leaves, the sky is scorched with darkness and my heart is left in a puddle of rain, as im continuously pelted by the partially frozen drops that fall from the nights sky.
I am alone with this pain that consumes my mind, body and soul, left with this emptiness that her life once filled.
Afraid of the emotions that run through me in each day I rise from my bed that I barely creep out of in fear of each long day ahead of me.
I cry, silently inside, since my life must go on as it has always gone on. Having to be strong when I'd rather be weak, having to push through as each day turns into weeks and almost a month has gone by.
I cry, into her sweater that still lays upon her unmade bed that I can't bring myself to make. Or take away the room that housed her body every day for the last 11 months.
The trees bare no leaves, the sky is scorched with darkness and my heart is left in a puddle of rain, as im continuously pelted by the partially frozen drops that fall from the nights sky.
I am alone with this pain that consumes my mind, body and soul, left with this emptiness that her life once filled.
Afraid of the emotions that run through me in each day I rise from my bed that I barely creep out of in fear of each long day ahead of me.
I cry, silently inside, since my life must go on as it has always gone on. Having to be strong when I'd rather be weak, having to push through as each day turns into weeks and almost a month has gone by.
I cry, into her sweater that still lays upon her unmade bed that I can't bring myself to make. Or take away the room that housed her body every day for the last 11 months.
Grieving my mother
