It's me
posted March 11th, 2024 at 11:45 AM
I read some cards you had written in the "before".
Nothing profound in them, just the word "love", with your hasted scribbles.
Never known pain like creating a conversation with someone who is no longer there.
I have sat with my sorrow for so long, she finally told me, her name was "grief".
It washes over me in waves.
Some days, I drown.
I will get through this, but I am not sure I will get over it.
It's me: no self-appointed psychologists, or otherwise need comment. To know and to experience are very different things.
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Post a CommentOP I like your poetic expression
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:07am
and I've experience much the same soul searching in my life. I've found reading Rumi, Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran and others to be of help
Mick Jagger’s lips
Mar 13, 2024 at 4:46pm
Sometimes she was disguised as anger but her name was always “grief”. Its hard to start a conversation when you’re not there either.
Grief is like a virus, she spreads through spiteful words and misplaced hatred.
Maybe there was love, but maybe it became clouded by the noise reflected in those scribbles.
You don’t need to forgive much less forget, just know that I can’t forget either.
Don’t expect to
Mar 14, 2024 at 5:25am
I don’t think grief is something you necessarily get over. It’s something you learn how to accommodate as you go on living.
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