ONE YEAR ON – GRIEF POETRY

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8 February marked one year since I started grief poetry. Thank you for all those who have been with me through this journey of finding healing after the loss of my baby boy. Every step I have taken has been a way towards having better days and happy moments. Cheers to 365 days and more 365 days of 2018!

C__Data_Users_DefApps_AppData_INTERNETEXPLORER_Temp_Saved Images_imagesRTV35NY122nd February marks the date my baby should have been born. He’d be turning 1 years old. I still hurt thinking of all those milestones I should have had with my baby boy. It’s still a long journey but maybe one day I will be string enough to remember him without tears filling my eyes…

Lotsa lots of love

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WEEKLY PHOTO CHALLENGE – GROWTH

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grief poetry Growth

Today marks one year since I lost my son through still birth. I can hardly believe that it has been more than 300 days without my boy. Growth for me means that I can find a good moment in a day that is filled with thoughts of what might have been. What would have been the milestones we would have had together. Growth is knowing that I can be okay someday, I never thought I would ever be. Still some nights are spent drenched in tears on my pillow but morning does come.

This photo I took when I went to the village at grandmas. It’s a picture of those really tiny shrubs that grow underneath the grass. It had rained the previous night and you can see spots of dirt stuck inside the flower petals and leaves. To me this photo is just beautiful, the dirt might have stuck to the budding flowers but that’s what makes it imperfectly perfect.

Like these budding blooming flowers I will emerge from this shadows in darkness that has been my grief journey. I will continue to heal and one day I will stand at my son’s grave and actually smile knowing I have become stronger. So cheers to Growth

COMING HOME TO YOU

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To your heart
To your chest
To your love
I am coming home
To be Cherished

COULD YOU TAKE CARE OF A BROKEN SOUL

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If I come to you now
With all this hurt I carry
All these regrets that haunt
All emotions that are harsh
Every pain I have held onto
Could you
Take care
Of a broken soul

If I found you now
With all this pain I carry
All these thoughts that follow
All feelings that are crude
Every fear I have held onto
Could you
Take care
Of a broken soul

If I rang you now
With all this burden I hold
All these nightmares that claw
All rumblings that are rough
Every heartbreak I have held onto
Could you
Take care
Of a broken soul

If I called you now
With all this weight I hold
All these memories that burn
All whispers that are raw
Every grief I have held onto
Could you
Take care
Of a broken soul

Could you
Take care
Of a broken soul

If I come to you now
If I found you now
If I rang you now
If I called you now

With all this hurt I carry
With all this pain I carry
With all this burden I hold
With all this weight I hold

All these regrets that haunt
All these thoughts that follow
All these nightmares that claw
All these memories that burn

All emotions that are harsh
All feelings that are crude
All rumblings that are rough
All whispers that are raw

Every pain I have held onto
Every fear I have held onto
Every heartbreak I have held onto
Every grief I have held onto

Could you
Take care
Of a broken soul

OVER THE FENCE

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Over the fence
Lies a blurry image of you
Who you were
When you came into this world
Who you were
When you left this world
I want to reach over
Touch what your memory has left
Over the fence

LONELY PAPER

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Just as crumpled Paper
Feels alone, abandoned, confused
So my soul feels this wave of loneliness

MY HEART AN UNKEMPT GARDEN

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I haven’t walked through my heart
I haven’t listened to it beat
I have not whispered to it
Like an unkempt garden
Totally abandoned
That it grows weeds
So have I left my heart
To fend for itself
Without hope
Or the will to breath
I have left it alone without a gardener
This garden that was once blooming
With hopes of only smiles
Now seats with withered leaves
Scattered on the ground
Dried branches
Seeking to be free of forceful living
Ailing for the loss
Of one of its blooming flowers
A flower plucked away too soon
Who will tend to this garden
That has been lost
Abandoned and neglected
Before the last petal falls to the red earth