Between Shadows And Sunlight
Even after losing a brother, life must go on, but waking up each day and fulfilling our daily duties isn't as simple as it seems. The world doesn't see the inner battle we face as we struggle to cope with that loss. For some of us, writing becomes our solace - a way to channel the anger and disappointment that comes with grief. Putting ink to paper is how we confront the pain, turning our emotions into something tangible, a process that helps us navigate the turmoil within.
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- Posted on 08/20/24
in Brother Death Poems
In the quiet hush of dawn, I stand,
A heart heavy with the weight of loss,
The echoes of your laughter linger,
A distant memory in the cold embrace of absence.
In the quiet hush of dawn, I stand,
A heart heavy with the weight of loss,
The echoes of your laughter linger,
A distant memory in the cold embrace of absence.
The world spins on, indifferent,
Demanding I wear a mask of strength,
But beneath the surface, storms rage,
A battle between the tears I hold back and the smile I must show.
In the silence of the night, I feel you near,
A shadow that dances in the corners of my mind,
Yet daylight calls, relentless and bright,
Pulling me into its unyielding grasp.
How do I bridge the chasm between grief and duty?
How do I honor the love we shared,
While meeting the world's unspoken expectations?
I walk a tightrope, balancing sorrow and survival.
But I carry you with me, always,
In every breath, every step,
In the spaces between my thoughts,
You are there, a whisper in the wind, a memory in my soul.
So I rise each day, though the burden is great,
For in my heart, you live on,
And in the quiet moments, I find solace,
Knowing that love endures, even when life demands I move on.
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