I remember joining,
Like it was only yesterday.
That letter of acceptance in my email,
I felt as if I was a master of writing.

But now it's been months,
And I've loved every minute.
For poetry was a fine wine I could not afford to enjoy,
Now I swim in it.

I never thought
I would forget her:
Her brown eyes,
Her curly hair,
Her warm hands,
And her voice.

A year of darkness led
To a realization:
I didnt have to hate her,
I just need to accept fate—
That I won't ever have
What we used to have

Honey, don’t cry,
And don’t you ever!
A diamond will fetch its highest prize
If you shed one tiny tear!
And honey, don’t you ever be sad,
You’re faster than the brightest comet,
So the past won’t haunt you
Even if he tries very hard to.
You’re the fire, either the water,
Burning as the core of the earth
Or cold as the silence of the cosmos,
Or you’re equally powerful in between.
You’re beautiful, my darling
In your very own way
You’re nature made
You’re who you yourself made
One and only among this vast Milky Way.

We are all heroes in someone’s story.
A brief moment.
A needed word.
A helping hand.

We all question if we’re the bad guy.
In the sink, we see blood.
In the mirror, we see the villain.
In our heads, we hear the victims.

We all are just normal people in the end.
Flying through life.
Saving the people we love.
Protecting what we care about.

We may be the heroes after all.

“We don’t claim this one.”
“Well, then we will! He’ll be one of our own”
“You can’t do that!”
“Watch us! You didn’t want him.”

When someone dies,
Reality seems to slow to a halt.
Nothing makes any sense anymore,
And everything goes wrong.
They say there are five different stages,
Anger, denial, depression, bargaining, and acceptance.
Everyone feels it differently,
There’s not a special order to the pain.
Like a tidal wave,
It keeps knocking you down,
To the ground,
You fear you may drown,
And there’s no one around.
It never goes away,
Acceptance isn’t grief’s end,
Just a way,
To compartmentalize the pain,
Before it drowns you again.