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Dec 2020
~It's tough to say that
I am afraid of the future
many souls want to leave
out their lovely homes
cold, empty, and spacious.


~It's people like me
who hide behind
the blankets that's
oderous even after
sobbing and
contemplating.


~After a while
I sit back
and don't relax
as my brain
tries to drain
out every sorrow
that I have where
my leaky eyes
can drown itself.


~My grandmother's soul
decided to find a new home
somewhere spacious and lively
patiencently she waits for the
right time and place
before her soul left she never
let time rush her life or her
way of telling people how
to be patient saved her.


~Her soul is not sorry
for her dissapearence
but she is grateful
for how long she spent
with the patiences she had
after many years.


~Yesterday as I
hid under my blanket of misery
I felt so ungracious
for being impatient
with her soul leaving
her home, her family, and life
all behind when in reality
the soul just wanted to
start a new journey.
~
This poem goes to my grandma, Jonnie Mae.
Rest well my beautiful and patience soul.
Keyana Brown
Written by
Keyana Brown  F/Panama City, FL
(F/Panama City, FL)   
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