My heart's in pieces on the floor.
My brain, an electrical storm.
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And yet, I try to smile.
Try to think of all the laughs,
The love, and all the lessons.
The long road trips and
All the late-night movie sessions.
The air is a thick, filmy haze,
But I still gasp and breathe.
There's raging whirlwinds up ahead,
As far as I can see.
The path is ragged, twisted, snarled,
But I must follow through.
For if I journey long enough,
I may, one day, reach you.
Journey Through Grief
Journey
Published by Family Friend Poems December 2017 with permission of the Author.
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