my tears aren’t forced
they flow in that
dark tunnel that she
dreamed so long ago
she wasn’t ready
to take her first steps
I wasn’t ready to
take mine without her.
Little things bring her back
like empty bowls or the tower
of books she’s never going to read.
People have been calling this a
trauma, but they’ve forgotten the
loneliness of life’s journey. She dreamed
a tunnel and added bright lights
and dusted the floor with powdery snow
she traveled far yet I can
only see the trails of
milk puddling around the lost key that she
dropped under blankets
of memory and phrases of
I-promise and tomorrow. I’m growing up as
she falls down. She wasn’t
perfect but that’s why it
was so easy to love her.
My journey’s ongoing, and the
deep undercurrents of pain and
grief are pulling me through
that tunnel.
I’m rowing softly by,
quietly, quietly,
as she is laid to rest.
her memories swallow the emptiness
she is kneeling at the throne.
I follow slowly and leave my
tears for her to know that life’s
path isn’t paved in water but
with sorrow, with endings, and with lost
boats on turbid seas.

Hey, spill out my mouth
I can feel the waves
the pressure could break this dam down

No wait for the feeling anymore
A flood is coming through
overcoming two
to wash out all the war

Contemplation, learn to let it go
Stop expecting some kind of reciprocal
act on selflessness hear the angels cry
Seek no longer, one becomes the miracle

You cannot give it away and fake it
I'll be the first one to say, we're all guilty
Of loving ourselves before the rest, please say nothing
It's something we all have to address before death
May seem to drive us crazy, but everything will be alright
This path may lead to breaking, you're false identity

Can you break, can you break , can you break,
can you break free from these chains