It's a good thing I was by myself when I wrote this poem because I cried the whole time I was writing it. Yes, I actually wrote it and didn't type it. There's something about holding a pencil that seems to stir something in me, but it's difficult to stay inspired with a snotty nose and tears dripping all over the place. Somehow, I managed to find the "right" words and finish the poem. My first draft I emailed to my "bestie" and of course, she thought it was lovely. But, I'm wondering if she thought it sucked if she would have told me to go back to the drawing board and keep working. That thought brought a smile to my face...
And then nothing filled her eyes.
I can’t prevent the ending…
She gifted me with life and love.
Now, outstretched while growing cold.
And from her death tears erupted…
And my heart won’t be the same.
Still somehow, I march forward…
While trying to drown the pain
Prevents this crevice from closing…
You never thought I listened.
While you showed me who I am
I hope you knew I loved you…
My heart was opened wide.
That moment remains eternal…
You tell me to reach inside.
I get my strength from you…
You’re all around me always.
A deafening silence holds you there.
You will live on inside me…
I know how things must happen.
Reality stares me in the eyes.
Until someday I join you…
I still have these tears to cry
But each sunset brings a sunrise…
by Mildred Ratched
22 Feb 2021