Condensed, thick fog
Surrounds my brain
Useless hands hang idly by
We were talking about . . .
something . . .
Weren’t we? But have you
noticed how foggy it is today?
How it muffles the sounds
And it suffocates the sights
How it blurs the ability to take in
And halts the ability to extend out
We were talking about . . .
something . . .
Weren’t we? But have you
noticed the fog?
In honor of my Papa who passed away last year, January 14th, I will be re-posting my grief poems in the hopes that those who read these poems know that they are not alone and that our loved ones are not forgotten.
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Your words are poignantly exquisite Kayla, and these lines have me holding hand and chatting to my mum….
“We were talking about . . .
something . . .
Weren’t we? But have you
noticed the fog?”
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Thank you Ivor, I just remember being so consumed by my loss, my confusion, my pain that I could hardly see past the fog in my own mind.
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Yes we get consumed by our own feelings and forget to see the light at the end of the tunnel, which is always there, waiting for us to open our eyes 👀💙😊
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Thank you for sharing your personal journey with a focus on supporting others.
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Thank you for your comment. This past week, we lost a student at the school I work at. It was just a sharp reminder that there is so much grief out there.
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Beautiful
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Thank you
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This is so relatable, I’ve felt like this too!
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It’s a wonderful thing when poetry can bring people together even in their worst times, but I am sorry for the pain that you felt.
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It’s indeed a beautiful thing. We live and we learn through the pain, I guess.
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Thanks for sharing. Coping with grief can be very difficult.
Many bereaved ones have found that talking can be a helpful release. Which reminds men of the words, of the Bible character Job, who suffered the loss of all ten of his children and endured other tragedies. He said: “My soul certainly feels a loathing toward my life. I will give vent to my concern about myself. I will speak in the bitterness of my soul!” (Job 1:2, 18, 19; 10:1) Job needed to “give vent” to his concerns. How would he do so? “I will speak,” he explained.
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Thank you, it’s so true! Words heal especially shared words.
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Beautiful! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you for your comment (normally, I try to respond quicker, but thank you)
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