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  Sep 2023 R L
Chelsea Rae
Strange, isn't it?

The way we mourn those
Still living...
I miss you.
  Sep 2023 R L
A M Ryder
How do you
Forgive yourself
For all the
Things that
You never
  Sep 2023 R L
C8H10N4O2  so  softly  calling
Feel  my  energy  level  falling
I­t  faintly  whispers  my name (psss)
But now I'm just stuck stalling     (uh)
I  try but just can't break  free        (so)
"How about some herbal tea?"     (no)
Your  suggestion  is  appalling  (ugh)
But  coffee?  I'm  al­ways  keen
Need that daily hit of caffeine
Reworked previous poem into the shape of my beloved coffee mug
R L Sep 2023
My solitude is a blessing and a curse.
I can spend days on end thinking to myself,
my past,
my future,
but I can't spend a moment living out reality.
My solitude is just an escape from what I don't want to experience.
  Sep 2023 R L
Oh what a privilege,
to have known you.
I will carry a piece of you,
in my heart forever.
  Sep 2023 R L
I stopped looking
for my other half
in other people
the moment I realized
I was already whole
within myself.
I find no shame
in my solitude
now that alone
I do not feel lonely.
R L Oct 2022
Grief is like a broken root
From which nothing grows.
There’s no way to revive the dead root,
But healing is the garden that grows around it.
Healing means learning to live with that broken void inside you, and growing your soul around it.
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