The day earth fell,
it was gloomy.
Those dreadful words
I detested came true.
News slipped between
the mountain ridges.
I wept like a willow tree,
leaving water everywhere.
Time to piece together,
the man you were.
In the days coming, I’m sure I’ll write more but for now this poem will suffice. Friday night, my biological father passed away. Four days before my 24th birthday.
Time withered away
our hurtful memories.
Leaving behind your
joyous smile.
Here I sit without you
as I await the night.
Like sand in the wind,
my dreams vanish.
Leaving me empty
handed.
The day will return
when you’re beside me
once more in paradise.
Here I skip stones,
across the still water.
My feet anchored
within the sand,
as time flew.
Each sunset spent
without you, my
heart ached.
I yearn for your
return with
red roses and violets.
Those dainty words
twirl and dance
between my eyes.
I’ll say it today,
I’ll say it tomorrow,
I love – you.
Sweaty palms, speedy heart,
unable to calm the storm
as you glide towards me.
Your smile grows wide,
melting my heart.
The world sits in
silence, now’s my chance.
I……I…..I love…..
I love you!
There are these moments of hardship in everyone’s life, typically revolving around some sort of loss. It could be the loss of a pet, friend, loved one, a career, finances, and more. During these hardships there is no guide on how to operate while dealing with life. Yes, certain conversations can help prepare you for what to do next, but no conversation can help you prepare for that exact moment of impact.
You can read about other people’s experiences in dealing with hardships and tell yourself that you would respond a certain way. It isn’t until you are placed into that situation will you know what you would do. There is no right or wrong way with cooping hardships because it is a process. Seeking professional help where they can guide you through the emotional process can help but what about everything else? There are questions you have no answers to nor does anyone around you have the right answers. Many times we have to Pick ourselves up by the boot straps, sort of robotic like in handling the hardship before we can process what just happened.
Writing is always a great tool to help you put those thoughts which keep running in your mind onto something concrete. This will allow you to feel temporary relief and possibly help find a solution to your hardships. If you seek some religious outlet for relief or someone’s ear to help talk things through by all means get it out. In recent days, my father has been hospitalized due to a stroke and is currently in a coma. In a million years, I’d never thought that I’d have to see dreadful things happen to my father, was I wrong. I’m over two thousand miles away from him with two jobs and school all of which require my time and energy just as much as he deserves my time. I’m making a plan so when I do visit him, I’ll have goals and things to get done while he gets better.
The most precious thing in life isn’t money, fancy cars, careers, it’s time. Time is something that cannot be replaced nor replicated. The time is now and then it’s gone faster than a blink of an eye not to be spotted again. How we choose to spend our time is completely up to us. Yes, we can work 40 plus hours a week, buy expensive things, become CEO of a company, but we can’t work enough to make more time. We are the lucky ones.
There it is,
that majestic
photograph.
A glimpse of time,
forever captured
between a frame.
There it is,
left untouched
that handwritten speech.
A glimpse of time,
still relevant today
inspiring millions.
A photograph
worthy of 1,000 words.
A speech
worth 50 years of
enrichment.
With Martin Luther King Jr. assassination vastly approach the 50th year since his words lead the Civil Rights movement. His speeches are still quite relevant today and it has been 50 years. Martin Luther King Jr. may have died young however, his dream lives on.
My words woven together
stretching the truth
beyond measure.
Tailored and bound
by those ‘round.
As time progresses,
neglected frays
unravel the fabric.
Leaving me exposed –
naked.
Here I stand holding,
empty strands of
the truth.
