Poetry

A walk into the darkness…

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You took them from me
And locked them away for safe keeping.
You knew I wouldn’t need them anytime soon
You knew they only brought sorrow and pain.

Ah, yes, the memories —
All those things done to me.
The loss, the hurt, the tears, the fear,
The struggle, the sleepless nights toiling,
The sleep-filled days just to escape reality.

It’s amazing, as I now realize,
The things a human mind is capable of:
Protecting me when I knew not
How to protect myself;
Defending me at times
When I seemed defenseless.

Oh no, what have you done?
That memory? I need it now!
But you do not hear me
For you’re too busy
Doing what you best —
Shielding me from harm.

I’ll get to it eventually I know —
A thought here, a flash there,
And before long the floodgates will open —
The memory I want will be found,
But you know all too well it won’t stop there.

That’s what you’re afraid of, isn’t it?
The other stuff — The bad stuff.
I know… I understand… But guess what?
I’m not afraid anymore.
I’m willing to face those fears now.

I’ve found new reasons to live in the light,
The darkness is too cold and lonely.
I need warmth — his warmth.

Those memories must be unearthed
For I must share those parts of myself —
It’s the only way he’ll understand all of me.

Doors once closed must now be opened.
To love again I must give him a tour —
That dreaded walk into the darkness.


Contents written: May 14 2016 | Originally published: May 15 2016  | Copyright © 2016 Moylom Enterprises


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No need to fear the dark…

The following post by Plato of Plato’s Groove, was a brilliant way of realizing that in times of grief or sadness we need not wish the grief away as though it means nothing – – as though we are weak for admitting we need to mourn. Instead we can embrace the process our soul needs to go through to be well again, for in so doing we also embrace our humanity.

Have a read by clicking on the link below. Hope you too can find great worth in the words he’s written to his dear friend.

Hugs,
A.

A note to a friend in Grief – http://wp.me/p5zp50-yr


Contents written: January 19 2016 | © 2016 Moylom Enterprises