Tag: grief

Gloom is just a Passing Thing

While staring down your darkest days,
When all seems lost, and purpose fades;
Search out the smallest hint of light,
That spark means you've still strength to fight.
For gloom is just a passing thing;
A visitor who sleeps within.
For just past discontent towards living,
You'll feel your grand purpose beginning.

On Our Own

Dark as the shadows,
Dark as your dreams,
While your waking world never has been what it seems;
As the smile that you wear
Speaks to all being fine,
In a mind led by fear,
Things are much more unkind;
And though many may offer
An ear while you grieve,
That’s the time, I’ve found,
Many more people will leave;
As we are, mind and body,
And soul, flesh, and bone,
In the end, come what may, we all die on our own.

Dreams of You

You speak to me in dreams
and it’s just as if you’re here;
I dread the act of waking,
for that’s when you disappear…
So what if it’s been years –
oh so long since you’ve been gone;
You never said goodbye,
so how am I to move on?
There’s no set time for grief,
There’s no threshold for pain,
I’ll just await the hour
when I dream of you again.

The Dusk of the Last Hour

Death is a cloud that’s loomed around me
Taking so many that I’ve loved,
While earth’s gnarled roots may often ground me
Dark mists have seized my world above;
Now I look warily o’er my shoulder
And how I pray to the unknown
For some blest essence just to hold her
And keep her safe from leaving home.
Yet tis not mine to bear that power,
Death meets us when our time’s been reached;
And in the dusk of her last hour
I beg that we may both find peace.

Forest of Stone

I’d been chasing shadows through the forest of stone
As I peered behind me, I found I was alone
And to my surprise, it seemed that I didn’t care
Set on chasing figures that were no longer there
Vines grown at my feet kept tripping me as I ran
Fog hung in the air obscuring where I began
Lost within the forest, only one thing I knew
There was no turning back, the only way out was through

Love I Never Had

Stay with me for hours, love,
Stay with me for days,
There’s so much that I’ve been dreaming of
But haven’t found the ways
To express my heart in words or prose
Or even in my deeds,
And I fear that I already know
I’m not what your heart needs,
But I’ll keep my silence by your side,
A friend through good and bad,
And I’ll let go of the dreams that die
For love I never had.

What You Can’t Hear

Fireflies and lily pads
Willows in the breeze;
The scent of Old Spice, that was Dad,
Within the break of trees,
And nearly hidden was a pond
Tucked in a bed of stone,
‘My secret fishing spot” Dad said,
“I usually come alone”
I looked at Dad, he looked at me
Until he finally spoke,
“I thought you’d make good company,
You don’t blab like other folk”
So Dad and I fished the whole day,
A relaxed silence there;
For years we returned the same way
Enjoying what you can’t hear.

Much to Do

The universe betrays me so
Taking away all that I know,
And leaving me with naught but dust,
Just hollow feelings, broken trust,
So all this time I’ve wondered why
Should I be spared as others die,
It seems as such a cruel jest
To leave one here but take the rest;
But lately, ego cast aside,
I’ve set to pondering without pride,
And though so long I’ve been adrift
Perhaps this fate is just a gift;
For as I’ve clamored, grieved, and suffered,
I’m not alone, there are yet others,
And if my story helps one through,
Then I still have much left to do.

Loneliness My Guide

I really wish to speak with you
But you have crossed the great unknown,
Too many that I love passed through
I feel I’m left here all alone;
And though I know that isn’t true
There are yet souls who still remain,
And love for them I have is true
But grief for you keeps me detained.
I can’t escape this state of pain,
And please believe how hard I’ve tried,
Depression seems my prime domain,
And loneliness my constant guide.

Daddy’s Little Girl [In Memorium]

My hand rested upon your heart

As it drummed out its final beat,

I knew that instant that I would

Forever be left incomplete;

A piece of me had burned with you,

No longer Daddy’s little girl,

A part of me died that night, too,

Not knowing how to face the world

Without the man who was my rock,

My constant in times of unrest,

I hope you know, despite my trials,

I’ve always tried my very best;

I’ll keep working to make you proud,

Maybe I’ll get there one fine day,

Until then, I’ll keep looking up,

Counting on you to guide my way.

love after death

Loved ones who pass on before you
are not ever truly gone,
If you listen very closely
you may hear them in a song;
If you look up at the night sky
you can see them in the stars,
Light reflecting down upon you
to remind you they’re not far.
When a summer breeze caresses,
that is their subtle embrace;
When the sunlight shines upon you,
It’s their offering of grace.
So don’t dwell on what you’ve lost,
Do not spend your days bereft,
For your loved ones, though unseen,
Have not ever truly left.

Goodbye, My Friend

Yesterday I had to say goodbye to my best friend, Aussie, as he crossed the rainbow bridge. He was with me for almost 15 years, since I adopted his as a puppy just as I was finishing college. He lived through so much life with me; through breakups, the losses of my father and my sister, unspeakable life circumstances, countless relocations… He was there for me on my best days and my worst, through laughter and tears. And yesterday I held him as he took his last breaths. My heart is shattered. He was so much more than just a dog to me. He was my baby, my confidante, and my very best friend. I wrote this poem in his honor.

Your soulful eyes looked back at me
and something stirred within my heart,
I knew that it was meant to be –
I loved you from the very start.

From summer walks within the woods
To winter rompings in the snow,
I gave you everything I could
and loved you more than you could know

It hurts so much to say goodbye,
I wish our time would never end;
I can’t see past this, though I’ll try,
For you, my much-loved dearest friend.