THE SORROWS
The sorrows are hanging Left in the dark to cure Wrung out and dried Just waiting to be worn
The sorrows are hanging Left in the dark to cure Wrung out and dried Just waiting to be worn
There is a quote that says “Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal”. ~ Richard Puz So many hands holding fingers holding hands I look at mine holding tears, holding sand The tomorrows seem scattered, they seem sad I can’t reign in the fear that keeps…
I remember the exact moment it felt like everything in my life changed. It was like a strange shift. A falling through floors. As if destiny was reaching out urging me to take its hand. To be honest, that night was blurry as though I wasn’t in my right mind or had too much to…
The orange furnace Becomes but embers Upon its final breath The charred trunks Stand tall and dark And it’s quiet… As if completely Exhausted and worn From a battle It could not fight Energy burned off Damaged and broken Nothing is welcome In this sad place Silently standing And waiting… For the sun to shine…
Please welcome Heather LeRoss to #BeREALationships. I wrote this poem last year to a woman who had been like a sister to me, near the 1 year anniversary of her death. We’d been like family but had lost touch in recent years because, well, life I think. She was struggling and unhappy and I was…