If I was to proclaim
in simple measures
my life was tragic
I am quite sure
you, the reader
would actually relate, oh come on now?
in some way or another, I know you could?
even if we wish not to admit it
we’ve all been touched by a tragic moment
that stays with us
steering our path towards healing
in many cases we cannot
so we simply dwell
but there is always a thought
to take to bed each and every evening
and mine is this...
there is never joy without grief
so never miss a party invitation
or a Wedding or a Christmas lunch
with those you love
when those ghastly days are black with grief
remember those magnificent parts
of what came before that black, that deep grief
focusing on the moment that the black will float away
finally, over the hills and the mountains
until of course the next time
leaving us beautiful memories in heart.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
Offline) - Published: February 27th, 2026 05:38
- Category: Reflection
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I am awaiting a new bright morning lying under a stormy night but thanks teddy for making me remember i did have a beautiful past canvas beside.
My dearest Spill, I'm just about to say goodbye to two more of my very special people, very different ages, both have played enormous parts in my life, today I am trying to be focused on the past 20 years and remember all that I need is the memories and some strength I know I can once again do this! Big hugs my darling girl, and yes hoping you truly see the sunflowers in front of you too. A part of living is dying and we must overcome what needs to be. 🌹
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