Tag Archive | grief

115. Remember

Remember,

Through it all

You will stand once more

With your shoulders back

And your head held high.

Remember,

Through it all

You will smile once more

With your spirit healed

And your heart will know why.

Remember.

©Brindology 2017
Original artwork by Brinda Naidu

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99. Miscarriage 

And here you stand before me, 
With windswept hair, 
As my dreams go drifting
Through the air, 

You turn away
Without a care, 
And you walk from me 
To who knows where. 

You don’t turn back, 
You don’t catch your breath, 
You don’t stop to wonder why, 
You don’t ask me, 
You don’t answer, 
You don’t stop when I cry. 

Every bridge that you burn, 
Every page that you turn, 
Every moment that never returns, 
Every day I will yearn
For you, 
For you, 
For you, 
For you.

©Brindology 2015 

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Daily prompt: Lovingly

87. Footsteps near the dying 

Be still for a little longer, please. 
Let me walk in the fragrance of your breath
And the shadow of your death;
My footsteps will no longer awaken you,
I promise you.

If I may only remember you for a little while more,
I shall keep a piece of you with me forever, 
Enshrined deep within my heart. 

You never knew how ardently I loved you. 

(Rest in peace, David Bowie.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Exquisite

85. And Death did come

And Death did come today. 

And Death may not bring with him the absence of pain.

And Death may not heed our cries, 
Nor look us in the eye,
But with a scythe so sharpened on the necks of the ones gone before
Remove us from the misery of life. 

And Death may come tomorrow,
No, he most certainly will. 

(In memory of Alan Rickman.)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Someday

74. Empty corner

the corner where you once were is now empty.
only silence fills that space.
did death come gently and hold you tenderly in his arms as you drifted off to sleep?

i shall sit here and wait for this moment to pass.
the sun has come up and let us all see how amazing you were.

the radio keeps playing.
the same old songs are there.
but this pain still cuts like a knife.
i loved you.
i love you.

you stopped my tears,
all these years,
especially when I was so scared.

i won’t let them tell me that i’m not strong.
i will not go back to being lonely.
i’ll be alive,
i won’t give up this fight.

(Dedicated with love and gratitude to George Michael. Thank you for the comfort of your music all these years. Rest in peace, my first Greek love. Xx)

©Brindology 2016

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Daily prompt: Retreat

47. That night

There was that day, that night, not so long ago,
When you held my hand just a little longer than usual,
And looked into my eyes.
I wonder what went through your mind that night.
You didn’t give me a chance to say goodbye.

Did you know I would never see your face again?
Did you know I would cry out for you to return?
Did you know I would never understand what made you leave?

You looked so happy.

Ten years have passed.
That night doesn’t seem so long ago.
I can almost hear you laughing,
Your voice so clear.

You looked so very happy.
You didn’t even say goodbye.

©Brindology 2016

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42. Out of love

I’m making memories without you,
Filling my mind with thoughts not stained by your presence.

I want to leave you far behind.

You’ve tried to hurt me,
Drop me,
Shake me off;
Too many times.

I now stand at my own crossroads,
I’m making my own steps in the snow.
Watch how far I can go.

©Brindology 2016

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34. Unworn

You’re gone.
You’re not coming back.
Your shoes lie empty on the doorstep,
Unworn from now on.

The rain fell that night.
I didn’t sleep because I waited up for you.
Nobody told me you had left.

I sat at the table the next morning,
Stirring my coffee till it got cold.
The ground was still wet.
I waited some more.
I waited till I could wait no longer.

My feet pressed into the soft mud, leaving footprints that I hoped you’d fill.

I walked till I could walk no further.
Betrayal is but another word for the absence of life.

©Brindology & Joanne Garnell 2016

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7. Quiet


Quiet, child.
Whisper not a sound.
Your tears have been seen,
And we weep for you.

Rest your voice now,
We will speak for you.
Quiet, child.
Whisper not a sound.

©Brindology 2015 & Belinda Low
©Original artwork by Belinda Low

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