Taking a long overdue mental health vacation. I will check in when I can.
Just a forewarning for anyone who has recently lost a loved one, or is approaching the anniversary of such; I recommend you do not read this unless you're in a mentally healthy place to do so.
The other day,
I saw a picture
You were holding your baby niece
The smiles on your faces
Brought me tears,
And oddly, peace
The purest soul I ever met
Despite the hell life threw at you
Enough to break a lesser man
And yet you made it through
A bleeding heart and fierce protector
Like the wolf ring on your finger,
A true symbol of your country
That your heart always belonged to
Though we met in sordid places
You were pure love,
The brightest light
The reason that I pulled through
And for that,
I owe my life
The cruelest joke
That life could play
Upon our plans for your next visit
Although we kept our promise,
It was in an open casket
So tell me,
Does the moon cry
For the good ones gone too soon?
If you’re still watching over us,
I hope you know,
I love you, too
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HannahElisabeth (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I finally managed to finish the piece I had to honor the memory of a dear friend. Although this doesn't nearly do him enough justice and I will probably make edits later, I had to get this out there. For one of the goofiest, loving, and loyal people I have had the pleasure of knowing, this one is for you, G.
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I do hope you are able to pass that to someone also significant in G's life, Hannah.
There's a whole memorial page dedicated to him which I was eventually going to share this on, or at the very least, pass on to mutual friends of ours when the time is right. He was dearly loved (and still is) by so many.
Hey Hannah
A beautiful and sad homage to your friend. It felt difficult for you to write
S.C, I was trying to make it through writing this for several months now. Eventually I hope to add more, but this was as much as I could write for the time being.
Well you've done it justice
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Life, to be lived
Memories, to be bequeathed
and for a lucky few
Appreciation for their endeavours: timelessly treasured, in that place where their most beloved,
pulse: a beat of hope.
till they too, cross over and join you...
(I'm sorry for your loss
but, Glad you had someone so special grace your life
and, very proud
of these few words, you've inked
crystalizing: the love in your tears)
thanks for choosing to share, dear Poet
(you still isolating? feeling any better?)
Thank you dearly, and yes, I'm feeling much more rested! Thankfully the test was negative, and it gave me some time to reflect and get some important work done. Thank you as always for reading and the lovely, thought out comments 🙂
I'm reminded of a poem I once wrote, "This Is Not Good-bye". You and your friend will see each other again. 😉
Thank you for the kind words, I'll have to check out the poem if it's here on MPS?
Yes, it's near the beginning of my poems. Have a look when you can.
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Death is so personal. Your piece is full of personal and beautifully written.
Because it is an outstanding piece of writing in it's own right I am honoured to place this very sad celebration of a beautiful life into my favourites.
I greatly appreciate such kind words, thank you for making this a favorite and keeping his memory alive!
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