Cherishment

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How selfish it feels to still suffer

During these inconvenient moments

Of seasonal holiday celebrations

When all the others are laughing

Creating their new joyous memories  

Pigeonholing our beloved departed

Yet, try as I might to join in with them

I’m innately compelled to sequester myself

Fall in pensive thoughts of the lost ones

To the point, my scarred soul hurts

My heart flutters at an anxious pace

While my mind is picturing memories

That for me- can never be replaced

By new moments over…beloved yesterdays  

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Ascribe Where flight became stalled Because fear stood its ground There- is where I- was reborn Where I relearned my reality As broken fragments of a self Where I’ve seen the unveilings Of time, truth, and Holy love Where angels cried and wept For my salvation and healing And I- wept along with them Where fire seared my mission Forged into my soul as passion A combatant for the wounded Of humanities silenced…truths Poet of the Light © 2023 I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone as a friend until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with others, like-minded artists, or writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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13 thoughts on “Cherishment”

  2. We can never replace the ones we long to see no matter what time of year it is, and sadly we feel the loss of them more in December when the world rejoices. “As he that taketh away a garment in cold weather, and as vinegar upon nitre, so is he that singeth songs to an heavy heart.” (Proverbs 25:20).
    Take comfort and rest in the Lord who understands.
    Julia

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  5. Well said. I spent many hours with tears this holiday season as it’s been only a few weeks since the passing of my dad. And yet I am grateful for the memories for that is why he was so loved.

    A beautiful poem.

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      1. Didn’t even want to hit the line button.😞 I’m sorry. I can’t imagine the loss of a daughter. I am grateful there feels like some peace in your words, as well as bringing comfort to others. Including me.

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