Words cannot express
The feeling that loss creates
When it inhabits your bones.
Who do you call
Who do you turn to
When there is no one to see your pain?
What do you say
When there are no words
For how you feel?
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Our visit was brief
But necessary.
It was good to
Get back to my roots-
Seeing you
Brought back so many memories.
Hearing you call out to me
Made me feel like a toddler
Stumbling over their feet
When they’re learning to walk,
But trusting
That you’ll be there
To catch them
When they fall.
Thank you for reminding me
Of who I am-
The strength I was born with.
Our bittersweet goodbyes
Will not last forever.
I leave,
Walking away
With sand trailing behind me,
But turn back
For one last glance.
Just in time
To watch you wave.
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Anyone who is looking for help
On their darkest days
Or even in their happiest of times
Does not deserve to suffer.
The act of seeking support
Shows a desire to change
A hunger for growth
A passion to live their lives
In the best way possible.
The pursuit of self enlightenment
Finding one’s purpose
And traveling through the
Hills and valleys of life
With their dignity in tact
Is reached through
Helping others
So they can build their foundation
And support themselves
And helping yourself
Be the best version of you.
Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dad’s out there! This poem was inspired by my dad. He is the most giving person that I know, and has helped more people than I can count. My family continues to inspire me and teach me lessons about life, and I couldn’t have asked for better support.
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I thought
I did all there was to do
Yet here I stand
On unsure footing
Stopped on a road…
Leading where?
I’m holding on to you,
My dear,
I’ll never let you go.
But what if space
Is what I need? I may be
Here, physically,
But my presence isn’t present.
I love you
Don’t you love me?
Yes, but I
Love myself more.
She sits on the wooden shelf
An unwelcome grin etched on to her face
As the people around her
Mill around the house
Go about their day
And pay her no attention.
She waits
Patiently with her stiff limbs
Hoping all day
Today’s the day
When they come home
They’ll pick me up off of the shelf
And play with me.
The hour arrives,
The family trudges in
One
By
One
And they begin to mill around the house
And go about the rest of their day
Without a glance at the shelf
Where the doll sits by herself
Waiting for love.
A white Victorian dollhouse
Sits on the playroom floor
Untouched.
The children run around outside
Playing games they’d get in trouble for playing
If only they weren’t
Unsupervised.
Inside the dollhouse
The parents are cold and
Unwelcoming.
They have grown out of love
From constant fighting
Lying
Cheating, and being
Untrustworthy.
After many years
The dollhouse is falling apart.
The roof is collapsing
The support beams are cracking
Termites have destroyed the foundation.
And all the while,
The kids are playing outside
Unaware.
