Black coffee mornings, I am in mourning. Over what has been lost and afraid of what will be.
In the present, I am; but the past is all I see. It's your ghost that haunts me,
as I recollect all of our memories.
Rest in peace to who I used to be.
To the future I belong, but I need to breathe. Today I stand, but with the pressure of recovery.
Oh, what is grief, if not love persevering?
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Author:
mariambypoetry (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this piece while I was processing the loss of a loved one. Last year was the first time I’ve experienced such a grief and it was difficult for me to cope with all of the emotions that come with it. My grief is a lifelong journey that I have learned to accept as a chapter of my life now and it never gets easy; “but what is grief if not love persevering?” I remind myself always. I hope my grief stays with me as I continue to move forward. I hope I remember how much I loved. And to the marvel fans out there, yes, the last line is a reference to Wanda Vision; I knew I wanted to incorporate it in a poem someday and here it is.
- Category: Sad
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