Even though I'm not the one who died
the life has been sucked out of me most violently
and as Raven hovers above my thoughts, darkening and tainting my memories of happier times
I think,not I, nor it, will ever be the same again
and as I now crawl through each angry grief stricken murky day
I can't help but feel guilty
guilty because I am in fact the one who is still alive
I can choose to live?
or I can choose to die?
letting what's done
and what can never be changed, kill me slowly from the inside?
until my wings fall to the ground
crumbling into dust
or...
I can fly, fly up to my mischievous Raven and tell him with my own breath
that I'll be ok, and that I've decided to conquer my grief leaving me stronger wiser and even more full of appreciation for my being, because life without breath doesn't exist
and I am still here fighting until I take my very last.
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Author:
Teddy.15 (
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Good write my friend
This write is both a confession of grief and sadness and a declaration of strength to raise above it. A commitment to go on to the last breath. Nicely written my friend.
Teddy...this one carries a lot of pain, but also a decision I personally know and respect. Not pretending the grief is gone, just refusing to let it take the rest of you with it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Beautifully interpreted my dear friend, I often wonder why when loved ones die a bit of us does too, I guess it's a choice and I choose not, those who are gone wouldn't want to think we couldn't live on would they. I know I wouldn't 💜
Dear, Teddy,
A relentless struggle out of the throes of grief, a guilt striven path not easly traveled but with your determination and grit you'll breath in happiness again. Your poem is inspiring and fills the heart with hope. Well done indeed.
Wishing you much happiness,
Tony.
Thank you dearest Tony, a subject that has intrigued me ever since I lost my 25 year old brother, I changed my life I moved to Tuscany and have lived here ever since, no shortage of loss also this year I'm an expert! That's why I believe we should all care for eachother every moment we have the opportunity friends/ family/ work colleagues/ even neighbours, we all go through grief at some stage. Thank you dear friend. You have a heart full of compassion 🌹
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