#sadness

GET OVER IT!

These poems I write I write for me…I like to take the time

to put my feelings down on paper and to make my stories rhyme…

 

It’s kind of like a daily diary…it’s something I love do do

and when I’m finished I like to share the words I write…with you.

 

What I write are my feelings, my views…I write about the world I see

and I don’t desire nor do I expect every one to agree with me…

 

And when you don’t agree I’m usually fine with that…

but yesterday I have to note

I was a little saddened by one response…by what one person wrote.

 

I posted a poem about how George Floyd will never get the chance to teach his daughter how to fly…

lamenting how he cried out…

how it was a tragic and senseless way to die.

 

That same day I received this note…which saddened me I must admit

The note said, ‘He’s not the first and only person to die!

and ended with, ‘Get over it!”

 

Get over it…get over it…these words reverberate inside my head

Get over it…get over it…is what whoever wrote this said.

 

Get over how a person…any person had to die this way

Get over how another person’s life was so callously taken away.

 

Get over the tragedy the inequity….the inhumanity?

I confess it is always going to be a challenge getting over it…for me…

 

So the question I must ask the person who said, ‘Get Over it’

be you a woman…or a man

Is the problem how difficult it is for me to get over it…

or how easily you can?

 

 

'He’s not the first and only person to die! Get over it.’



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LIKE A CASTLE IN THE SAND

When our heart is filled with sorrow we find it hard to comprehend

why this happened in our life…why to our family or friends?

 

Yet it’s preposterous to think in a world where every living thing must die

that sorrow will overlook us...will somehow pass us by.

 

Just as joy has the capacity to surprise….sorrow has the capacity to shock.

The pendulum of life swings back and forth...at any hour of the clock.

 

In those inevitable moments when sorrow descends upon our land

It helps for me to envision it…like a castle in the sand.

 

At the onset a castle built of sadness stands tall...seizing our full attention.

Our life has slowed and is now crowded with misery, fear and tension.

 

Our face which one time was awash in smile is now in constant frown

but soon our tears, like the ocean’s waves, begin to tear that castle down.

 

It happens ever so slowly leaving us to wonder if we can go on

until one day we awake to find that castle is now gone.

 

We find we can be happy again, and though we’ll never be the same

our sorrow has dissolved back into the sands from which it came.

 

Certainly sorrow has done her damage, causing torment, causing pain

and in her wake upon our heart a lasting scar remains.

 

But that scar not only reminds us of the sorrow we’ve been through

It also shows, no matter what the pain, that we can heal too.

 

It shows we can survive...it shows we can withstand

It shows even our deepest sorrow will eventually dissolve…

 

like a castle in the sand.


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ENOUGHT LIGHT

When our heart is filled with sorrow and all we see is night

We begin to wonder…to question…if we’ll ever see the light.

 

If this dark cloud of sadness that surrounds us…will ever fade away.

If there will ever be a time we once again we’ll gaze upon the day.

 

Then somewhere in our darkness we behold a wondrous sight

as the light of one friend..one star…begins to shimmer in the night.

 

Before we know it another friend…another star has gleamed

and we realize, though it’s still dark, it’s not as dark as it first seemed.

 

Soon we notice our night is filled with stars

and we appreciate what the light of friendship can do

because without us ever noticing…

our star is shining too.

 

And though we understand there will forever be a darkness

accompanying what we say 

and what we do…

we also know there is enough light remaining

 

that will help to see us through…


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A VACANT ROOM

At first the sadness’s overwhelmed her…

It was with her everywhere she went

She couldn’t remove it’s ringing from her years

It’s taste

it’s feel

it’s scent

 

She knew if she was ever going to move on…

eventually she’d have to find

a way to deal with her sorrow…

a place for her sadness to be confined

 

She discovered a vacant room within her heart…

it magically opened one day

and slowly little by little she began

to pack her sorrow away.

 

She knows the sadness will revisit 

but no longer does she fear

the moments it returns…

the moments it appears…

 

For those times when it seeps back out…

those feeling of sadness and doom

she will visit with them a while 

then store them back inside this room.

 

Now she able to smile as she closes the door…

no longer is she mad…

for she remembers what made her so happy to begin with…

 

that now makes her so sad.


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STILL SEARCHING

If you’re lucky enough to fall in love…to have love enter your life…

from your parents, your friends your relatives, your partner or your wife…

 

Once you have been blessed …and that seed of love is planted

you cherish every moment……you take not a thing for granted.

 

For over the years there is a truth…a lesson about love that you’ve learned:

how it feels wonderful it when you give it…and even more wonderful when it’s returned..

 

And you truly believe that this feeling will forever be extending

never giving a thought that your love story has an ending.

 

You get so involved in love

in its mystery, its excitement and it’s laughter

that you think the only way your fairy tale will end

is happily ever after.

 

But when someone you love stops loving you

when they say they’ve had enough

or when a loved one dies…or for whatever the reason

the road turns from smooth…to rough

 

you find yourself crying and moaning

and you hope 

and you wish 

and you pray…

because in your heart you know that fairy tales

aren’t supposed to end this way.

 

Then somehow with the help of your friends,

your siblings, your father and your mother

you discover the end of one fairy tale 

can be the beginning of another.

 

So you jump on your white horse

and with your injured soul

and your heart in need of mending

you turn to the next page of your Fairy Tale…

 

in search of your happy ending.


IN THE ANGEL'S ARMS

So many questions in this world we cannot answer…

No one can tell us why…

Why do tragedies happen everyday?

Why do children have to die? 

 

This is the story of one child…

I wish I was singing a happier tune

but this child’s story is over…it ended much too soon.

 

She did not enter this world peacefully…although her birth was a joyous day

there were complications from the beginning…and more obstacles along the way.

 

Her story ended a few days ago…at least now she’s out of harm…

She has a place in heaven…she’s in the angel’s arms.

 

Her parents handled each setback with dignity…with courage…and with grace….

as they tried to cope with the kind of heartache no family should face.

 

There were trips to hospitals and surgeries…so much going on inside her

and her parents shared her pain and suffering as they stood stoically beside her.

 

It is a testament to their love…that as they suffered through the haze…

in the midst of all their sorrow…they found joy in other ways

 

For they loved their little daughter…that was plain for all to see

and they did the best they could to give her life some harmony.

 

I hope as the years go by…when they stop 

when they pause a while…

they will remember more of the joy than the suffering…

and when they think of her…

they’ll smile.

 

Perhaps one day their questions will be answered…

when they join their daughter…out of harm

when they hold her again heaven…

when they’re together…

 

in the angel’s’ arms.



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Broken Pieces

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THAT'S WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE WANTED

WHAT DADDY WOULD HAVE WANTED

 

A teacher found a weathered copy of her poem…

And immediately reminisced…

for never had he read a poem…as sad or beautiful as this:

 

 

“I want you all to write a love poem,” He told his class,

“For love is beautiful…and grand…”

when he was interrupted by a student…who quickly raised her hand.

 

“My daddy was killed by a crazy person with a gun.” she said.

“How can I contemplate…

words of love and joy…

when I’m filled with so much hate?”

 

He had anticipated many questions…but this one…he never guessed…

He walked over, put his arms around her…and hugged her to his chest.

 

“When hate is all around us”, he said…”when bullets rain down from above…

That is the time we must fight hate…and search for words of love.”

 

“Look into your heart.” he said, ‘words of love are waiting there

words of love you will discover…words of love you’ll want to share.”

 

He returned to his desk amid silence…and during the interlude

the class all wrote their poems…in a quiet solitude…

 

He wasn’t sure what to expect until that night at home

when he came to her assignment entitled…

 

                                            This Is My Love Poem

 

My daddy used to talk about love…before he’d turn off my light…

He said love is a wonderful way to start the day…and the best way to say goodnight.

 

So I will try everyday to think in words of love…no matter what my fate

hoping the words of love I find…will overcome my hate…

 

I hope someday to discover the love I’m searching for…

For hate has won this battle…but I won’t let it win the war. 

 

Perhaps if words of love, instead of bullets, were falling from the sky

then love would finally vanquish hate…and no more Daddies would have to die.

 

Yes, hate has left me with a scar and my dreams will be forever haunted…

but I promise to try and look for love, because…

 

 

that’s what Daddy would have wanted.


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TEARS

I saw a tear escape her eye…

when she whispered out his name

and I remember thinking why…

and wondering what tragedy she overcame.

 

She suffered a loss I did not know…

a loss she couldn’t disguise

It happened a long time ago…

I could see it in her eyes.

 

I imagine a tear is how our heart speaks 

when we can’t find words to explain

when a memory has made us weak…

when we’re overcome with pain.

 

I wonder when we hold back our tears…

suppress even one teardrop

If it’s because we have a hidden fear…

once they start…our tears won’t stop.

 

That once the dam is broken…

and our tears start falling down

a terror goes unspoken…

that in our own tears…we will drown.

 

For suffering sometimes fall like rain…

a word, a smell, a thought can bring it on

and we’re reminded by our pain 

how grief is not a sprint but a marathon.

 

Perhaps that’s why we have an ocean of tears…

for in any dark days we have ahead

when a memory stirs and grief appears

we’ll have unending tears to shed.

 

I wonder…how many of us harbor a fear

that at the end of any minute…any day

a relentless stream of our own tears

are but one memory away?

 

At the time I offered her a smile…

to give her strength for a sadness I’ve never known

knowing all the while

 

some griefs we’re meant to bear alone.


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