REMOVED - Hospital Floors
Publishing a poetry book and chose this poem to be in it! Wish me luck, friends! :")
grief
I Hope You Knew
I hope you knew
That I loved you,
that you made me laugh
on the dreary days.
I hope you knew
That I admired you,
how you faced each challenge
with poise and strength.
I hope you knew
That I was inspired by you,
your bravery and courage
in times of turmoil.
I hope you knew
that I respected you,
for your tenacity
in breaking barriers.
I hope you knew
that I am grateful to you,
for always being there
and soothing my sorrow.
I hope you knew
what you meant to me.
It's Not Fair
It’s not fair
You were too young
too gentle
too kind.
It’s not fair
I won’t get to celebrate
your birthday
a few days before mine.
It’s not fair
We were the same age
yet I will see
a spouse, children
you will not.
It’s not fair
You left behind
two parents
lost in grief.
It’s not fair
No one will see
the sparkle in your eyes
or your charming smile
anymore.
on a bus after the death of one’s aunt
[this piece has been redacted for publication in my school's literary journal!]
Resurrect
“He hasn’t woken. Please, Lord, he still hasn’t woken.”
Martha watched her sister lace long, taut fingers together and press them to her lips. To Martha, it seemed unreal. Between the two, her sister had always been serene. Now her throat constricted visibly as if she was choking. And Martha, the worrywart, laid her hand on her sister’s arm. Goosebumps covered her coffee-colored skin. “Have you called Joshua?”
{{“Have you called Joshua?” Martha called from the bathroom, wringing her black hair out in front of the mirror.
“Yep, just did! He said he’s on his way.”
July 15
This isn't even a real essay. It's probably the worst in terms of grammar that I've written in years. Usually, when I write, I try to put emotion and a sort of magic in the words. Here, I tried to avoid emotion and magic was the last thing on my mind. I tried to create almost a listing of the facts. But here you go, my excuse as to why I've been hiding the last month or so.
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The Scarred Goddess Chapter 3
You mustn’t think I had forgotten about Shifa. Do you remember that I didn’t see her die? I wanted to find her. I wasn’t sure if she was dead or alive, but I promised myself that soon I would find out.
Rocks in the Riverbed
Riding through the dark; running from the grief and suffering of live; hiding from the hurt that it brought, the girl pushed her horse forward, never stopping, never looking back. She couldn’t go back, she couldn’t face the truth! The tears streamed down her face; the horse’s pace never slackened. “Away! Away!” his hooves seemed to say.
Lonely
Plastered on the once blue skies,
These drab clouds are rolling by,
I've never seen a sadder day,
Now I'm all alone.
Roses wilting, once so red,
A path of valor, soldiers bled,
Fades into distant memory,
Now I'm all alone.
Long forgotten and packed away,
Pictures of loved ones lost in the fray,
The tears that fall, let them be,
Now I'm all alone.
[[Note: This is my first poetry in awhile. I would like criticism so I can get better, but try not to be too harsh. :)]]
These drab clouds are rolling by,
I've never seen a sadder day,
Now I'm all alone.
Roses wilting, once so red,
A path of valor, soldiers bled,
Fades into distant memory,
Now I'm all alone.
Long forgotten and packed away,
Pictures of loved ones lost in the fray,
The tears that fall, let them be,
Now I'm all alone.
[[Note: This is my first poetry in awhile. I would like criticism so I can get better, but try not to be too harsh. :)]]
Don't Cry
“Silent Tears Only” read the sign beyond the door and all the souls that traveled through would sign the dotted line (which was, indeed, for them, the unborn souls) before climbing down to earth on Jacob’s Ladder with the Angels.
And the Voice within said, “Smile and say that
everything’s O.K. Don’t cry. Don’t let it show that you’re afraid.”
Slamn it. Why can’t we cry together, and from our tears, at least know that we are not alone. Let the orphans dance a wild dance, gyrate with wailing cries. Let it out.