Poem -
tHaT gATe
They don't tell you that
The programme will be nearly
finished
Before you realise it's on
That, the book becomes
Just unread words
That float around in heads
Unheard, or that
Friends become spectres
Of lives lived before
That anxiety visit's
With each knock at the door
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That, day becomes night
And night... just more day
That life borders pointless
And sleep never stays...
Anymore
They don't tell you that
It's the dead that move on
Lie the living...In State...
Immobile and waiting
To walk through...tHaT gATe...
To peace
M P 27/4/21
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Comments
Wow very very deep here Marion,Â
What can I say, your writing is top class when borders become pointless... although I doubt I can relate as much as you, I just wanted to say you have my respect for the emotions you expressed in this one. Enjoyed and loved it a lot. Hugs to you Marion! Wishing you calm waters (or at least a sense of clarity in these dark times...) Peace to you
A lovely comment from a lovely man...thanks so much for taking the time Max 🤗🤗
Oh wow! I have never thought of it like that before but you have hit the nail on its head here. You are right... this is so true. Again, beautifully written x
Hi Tina. I had never had real cause previously I think to view it this way. It is true though isn't it. How is the book coming on?? Thanks love ❤️
Caught my own breath reading this. So relatable. We might physically breath but when we lose and grieve, we die inside and everything becomes pointless, as we just feel we are waiting inline to finally join them on what must be a better side. This one hit home hard I think. I great write. Poignant and sadÂ
Love and hugs 💗🌷Â
Gwen x
Hi Gwen...yes we die inside forever with huge loss. But there is also this ...huge loss teaches us we must live and appreciate every moment with our living loved ones as it may be our last. Yet...the thing that taught us this also cripples, disabled and prevents us from ever being fully alive in the moment again. We reject the living( or I do) and those we don't reject we have only half of ourselves ever to give anymore. So...what exactly is this so called lesson the books tell us we are meant to learn...I know I need to be fully alive in every moment with my daughter now...yet...how can a half dead person ever again be full alive?? The lesson I have decided is...agony...hugs and hugs ♥️
I think when anything tries to teach you that you must become what is believed to be “whole” again. It is telling you that one, how you feel must be wrong and two that you must find closure. Personally I don’t like the word closure. It shouldn’t sit with grief. What we actually need to do is accept the loss has changed us. We have evolved (even if that means it feels like part has died) changed and that is okay. We have to accept that change is permanent. But also that within us we hold a love for someone still alive. We ask ourselves if I passed or they passed tomorrow, did I do enough today to ensure they knew they were loved? That’s what I do. Because yes we miss that person gone, it’s a hole in the heart and soul we now carry. But a day might come that another is lost, or we are. So I ask myself how would that effect me or them. Also I tend to ask myself what the person who passed would say to me in my lowest moments. Normally it’s a kick up the bum. But in all this. We do not need to change our thinking towards that loss. We don’t need the pressure of closure. We just need to have our feelings validated by those still in the now. Which is where problems occur because we live in a society that expects time to “heal” for a person to become what they were before and to “move on” It really isn’t about that. Every single day I think on him. It doesn’t fade and I accept it won’t everÂ
love and hugs đź’—
Yes...your words are so wise Gwen. I agree with everything you've said but I hate my 'new' self. His loss is an active companion every second of every day and is already having negative impacts on every relationship in my life( except my daughter)...I know this because there is not another person in the world who can fill the loneliness and ache for him so i turn away from their efforts to try. I have no idea who.i am anymore but I do know I'm a miserable cow...lol..thankyou for ...being there...hugs đź’•