Thoughts on Loss

Empty Box

By: the iHope Poet

Everybody has words to say. 

Well, I have you, 

and no words are coming. 

The words that do get said taste strange. 

They don't sound true 

and I feel like running. 

There are  many days when you seem like wings. 

But those moments fade

and you're getting heavy

as I stand with you in a crowded room

like an empty box 

filled with dreams and envy.

I'm still holding on from yesterday

when you left me here

in my hope and yearning.

Though I'm finding peace in the aftermath

still, I don't have you

and no words are coming.  

Raw or Healed 

By: the iHope Poet

How can I speak about loss without longing? 

The music stopped playing 

and I'm missing your tune.

I used to believe I could see by believing. 

Though I have many times, 

I can't quite picture you. 

Sometimes I fear that my heart is past feeling, 

and then all at once 

I am flooded with grief. 

In those moments, I think, maybe I'm viewing heaven, 

since the mem'ry of you 

fills my soul with belief. 

Even still, I feel shock and regret at your passing;

my heart, raw or healed, 

will keep bleeding for you.

And I cannot speak of this loss without longing. 

Every song must end, 

but yours ended too soon.

Soul-Expanding

The Blip 

By: the iHope Poet

When the big things are little 

and the little feel big, 

when the waves of sheer longing 

make your heart feel like lead,

and you don't have a reason 

to be stuck in your head;

but you  do, and you are 

since you're lost in The Blip.                                                     

It was just a few moments 

in the grand scheme of things,

and it ended so quickly, 

so it's hard to believe 

that it happened at all, 

but you know how you feel. 

And it doesn't feel good 

to be lost in The Blip. 

You don't blink for the fear 

that you'll lose all the proof 

of the challenge you're facing, 

the pain you've lived through. 

It consumes you, it changed you,

short-lived though it was, 

and you cling with your might

to hold onto The Blip. 

In due time, you remember 

there is rest to reclaim 

through the grace of the One 

who has suffered the same. 

Then, embraced in His love, 

filled with pure, refined joy,

your whole soul is expanded 

coming out of The Blip. 

     

         Lovetta Reyes Cairo Art via