The Next Step
I'm struggling every day with the grief of her passing. I rarely sleep through the night. 2 nights ago I woke at 3 AM. The pain was so intense. The thought went through my mind, how easy it would be to stop hurting. All I needed to do was take that first step, and I wouldn't stop until I was at peace. I don't know what made me decide to put my thoughts down instead. This is what poured out.
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- Posted on 02/22/21
in Grief Poems
Awake again in the long still silent
considering a path that I could choose
can I do this thing so violent
or is there perhaps too much to lose?
Awake again in the long still silent
considering a path that I could choose
can I do this thing so violent
or is there perhaps too much to lose?
The first step is to stir from my rest
throw the bed covers back and rise
feet on the floor, begin my quest
But first take a moment to dry my eyes
And then to walk through the darkened place
that I shared with her and called it home
now it's only a sad empty space
that recalls the memories of the catacombs
Through the door, of the room where it stands
a vault that holds the tools of ending
Next I take the handle in my hands
and open the door that could heal the rending
Search the shelves for the proper piece
pull it out and check it closely
making sure it's ready to release
me from this hell that grips me coldly
Heft it up and feel it's weight
no fear now, hold it steady
test the placement make it right
take that final step, I'm ready
I know if I begin the journey
I'll take each step along the way
and at the end of it there is a gurney
and they will wheel my vessel away
But maybe my prayers will be fulfilled
and my soul will not be banished
but I will be at peace and still
and be together with she who vanished.
But for now, from me that first step evades
the doubt and fear keep me bound
to this place where grief cascades
and here I'll stay until peace is found
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