My Full Stop is Not My End

Teddy.15


And as I rage against this grief 
there is little light
yet what must behold the ending
 was also once the beginning 
and don't forget it had a middle 

If every ending is a full stop 
then...
I rage
I rage 

life and death  cannot defy such 
from a soul that wishes to be forever tucked into 
wonderful memories of those left behind 

so although I rage at this grief 
I also have such memories 
warm and loving 
enough to carry on 
and when my last day takes me to the other side 
I shall go quietly
 
because I know that like my own memories 


my full stop is not my end.

 

 

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  • Katie B.

    This is beautiful Teddy. You capture grief and death in a unique and reassuring way. Kudos

    • Teddy.15

      Thank you so much Katie B 🌹

    • sorenbarrett

      Nicely said my friend. We are all on a journey that has no end and had no beginning. Our life but a middle between two eternities.

      • Teddy.15

        And the legacy we get to leave behind, thank you my dear sorrenbarret 🌹

        • sorenbarrett

          You are most welcome my friend

        • NafisaSB

          beautifully expressed - and your views are surely worth a second thought - keep them coming

          • Teddy.15

            Thank you dear NafisaSB I'll always try 🌹

            • NafisaSB

              that's the spirit - stay happy, blessed and creative

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Dearest Teddy…man, this is powerful. That tension between the rage and the acceptance…you can feel both pulling at the same time. It’s honest in a way that doesn’t try to clean grief up. I love this. Beautiful piece. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

              • Teddy.15

                Thank you dear Tristan. 🌹



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