Through The Days

It wasn’t that hard to get up and face all those unknowns with you in mind.
It wasn’t about me in the least.
Consoling you through controlling the nerves in me was the least of my concerns.
With you standing in the corner looking on, something needed to be said.
I had to look up from the pages that were already written and find someone to connect to.
The darkened tones in the room drew tears along your face that any eye could trace right back to the source.
A source of pain so close to heart that only a Mother could nurse this kind of pain that doesn’t hurt.
All that I could do was hope that these words got through to your heart that shivers with every longing beat for a piece of what was only yesterday.
What if everything wasn’t anything, would you worry pretty little head anymore?
I hope that tomorrow you’ll be like a stone thrown, skipping over the waters, going as far as possible with such joyful ease.
Struggle not when peace is at arms reach.
You’ll make it through the night.
Through the motions.
Through towards a better day.
And at the end of the day we’ll all be there.
Waiting with arms wide open for your heart which has always remained open to the touch of another.
Another day, another way to live.
For love, for loss, for yesterday & tomorrow.
You will live more than anyone I’ve ever known.

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4 thoughts on “Through The Days

  1. Hey, I’m a newbie to the blogging world and I just stumbled upon your latest post. This poem is great! I was just curious as to who the poem is written about? I especially really dig this line…”The darkened tones in the room drew tears along your face that any eye could trace right back to the source.” It seems like someone has been really paining, but then you follow up with “hope that tomorrow you’ll be like a stone thrown, skipping over the waters, going as far as possible with such joyful ease.” It’s not preachy, which is good, but it is a tasteful way of inspiring someone to go on…

    Thanks!

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    • I attended a funeral for a close friend’s mother today and this poem was written as postmortem. I feel for her. I just want to be there for her, but at the same time I do not want to be overbearing and smother her with constant attention. I know her well enough to know that she’ll be alright someday, when she’s ready. Some things can’t be forced. I empathize with her and this is my way of showing it I guess.

      Thanks for commenting, it means a lot.
      I’ll be sure to check out your fresh blog.

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  2. This was beautiful. You have powerful prose that brings out fresh emotion, and pain. Keep writing. I’m sure it helps to release emotions and form words out of feelings. Thank you for sharing.

    Keep writing. You have a gift. I, like you, write a lot better at night- can’t focus in daylight.

    -GD
    My writing blog: http://shelleddreams.wordpress.com/

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    • Thanks, i’ll be sure to browse through your blog when I get home. I actually wrote this poem while on my way home. By bus, by foot, by any means necessary i’ll make it happen.

      Take care.

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