It's sometimes hard to know what to say, it's sometimes hard to know what to do, it's sometimes hard to know what someone is personally going through after they lose someone that they spent time with, someone who they cared about, someone who they loved, and someone who they could never foresee living in a world without; but that is the anguish and that is the reality of life and death that we all must sometimes grapple with - which can make us all feel mentally lost, physically sick, and emotionally devastated... it's sometimes hard to put into words what someone meant to you, because usually there are too many memories and too many experiences to look back on and recount in every detail of what happened, when, why, and how a particular person made us feel... it's sometimes hard to know if you have done enough for someone in need - family members, friends, even strangers who you can see are struggling with a deep and excruciating pain; but if you truly want to do something for someone, then be there for them - even if by doing so you are simply on the other end of a phone, grieving with them, giving them your time, as well as the gift of your condolences that are genuine, meaningful, and meant to help - like the simple act of kindness of remembering someone special by lighting a candle.
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A Poem A Day #337: Aubergine
My Poem “The Comeback Kid”
He had been hurt... He had been cursed... He had learned the hard way that some things are not meant to last - but people who truly knew Him always believed and expected that He would one day make a comeback... He had felt turned inside-out... He had felt used and worn-out... He had been attacked on every side, He had been thought to have been defeated, He had been left wounded and scarred from His experiences - but the people who had thought Him easily destroyed always got a shock when He rose again like the sun and found a way to close the distances... some people would rather discount fate and mistakenly believe that life is all a series of coincidences, but His interactions had taught Him otherwise - which is why He always trusted His senses... He had been deceived... He had been non-believed... He had been thrown to the side like a piece of litter from a car window - but what some people do not know or realise is that He never forgets and He always remembers every thing and every face that He has been shown... He has spoken; He has listened... He has been broken; He has been awakened to the good and the bad of what others and He himself did... He has felt burned - physically, as well as in effigy; but, do you know what? He does not regret the fact that He has lived... He is many things - but one thing that He likes about himself, and what some people have said that they admire about Him, is that no matter what happens He will always be The Comeback Kid.
A Poem A Day #336: Let me go, and I will run
“Get Out There”
My Poem “Talisman”
Something to remind you of somebody far away - a loved one, a friend, someone who you think about every day... something as simple as an object that somebody gave you for safe keeping and also to remember them by... something personal - like a watch passed down and worn on the wrist of generations of ancestors and their descendants - that symbolizes a way back through time... something like a mantra that is repeated over and over again to open a door inwards and outwards... something like a candle that we use when the power goes out and we have to use the only precious light that we have to see the path before us... something like a photograph taken when visiting somewhere indescribable and meaningful with someone who is a daily hand to hold and a guide back to solid ground when we find ourselves far from land... something that gives us a feeling of hope, optimism, as well as a forward momentum - because to us they will always be a talisman.
A Poem A Day #335: Like Clockwork
A Poem A Day #334: Another Life
My Poem “True Empathy”
People sometimes say that you can't fake chemistry... People sometimes say that opposites attract... People sometimes say that they don't like poetry... People sometimes say that there is no one more perfect person to talk to than someone who "gets you" - someone who understands you, someone who does not judge, someone who believes in you, someone who is intrigued by you, someone who sees themselves you, someone who is on the same path as you - because, like you, they are in every way a kindred soul and a fellow empath. People are sometimes drawn together... people cannot live in a vacuum... people sometimes work better when they are working through things and exchanging things with each other... people who have spent too much time seeing others only on zoom have to take some time to take a step back, to take a step out of a frame, and to meet people outside of the four walls, the ceiling, and the floor of a room. People are capable of perceiving multiple layers of life at once - but when it comes to understanding all sides and all depths of something it can take some time to gain enough experience and wisdom for them give back a learned, measured, and an intelligible response... people are willing to give a little to get alot - but some people do not want to wait for what they expect is coming to them. People live in worlds of their own making that overlap with the internal and the external worlds of others... some people are happy to talk, some people are happy to listen - but most people are unwilling to talk from the heart, to listen with more than their ears, to think about anything or anybody other themselves, because they are just waiting for their time to shine; however, there are those people whom we have all met, who we may have known for years or perhaps we only knew for a short time, who know the true meaning of give and take - because they can always cut through the static of chaos and find the light hiding behind the darkness of lies that some people like to tell - like some kind of truth seeker with the profound gift of true empathy.
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