grief poetry

I could…because you helped

I dreamt of him once,
I asked him…’Why?’
He said, “It had to be so.”

I dreamt of him next,
I asked him…’How?’
He said, “You will know.”

I dreamt of him then,
I asked him…’When?’
He said, “You’ve got to take it slow.”

I dreamt of him again,
I said…’I don’t want it to hurt anymore.’
He said, “It’s not your choice to make,
There’s still a long road ahead,
One foot in front of the next;
One breath at a time;
Stay in this moment, and this one only, neither behind…nor ahead.”

I dreamt of him last night,
I told him…’I can’t believe I survived this long
…somewhat…somehow…
still a work-in-progress…still incomplete…
But I’m becoming someone new’

He smiled and said,
“I knew you would…I held your hand all through!”

For holding my hand,
For giving me strength,
For rigging life in my favour,
For the squeeze-the-air-out-of-my-lungs, tightest hugs that I miss like hell,
For staying on as the voice in my head,

Thank you!

For that…and everything else,
My soul is forever in your debt!

#SixYearsTooLong #notfair #stillhurts but…

#youraisedusstrong

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