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My Soul Surrendered
Unfailing ache
envelopes
surrendered soul
Regrets
moments squandered
Private thoughts
unshared
You were dearly honoured
Longing
to hear your voice;
Silence
Inconceivable to digest
emptiness
unallocated
Since you have been at rest
Grateful
for you peace
Although
devastated
paralysing grief
Remaining
in mourning
Seeking no relief
Profoundly altered
in loss
enduring
Acceptance
in being
changed
Oddly reassuring
envelopes
surrendered soul
Regrets
moments squandered
Private thoughts
unshared
You were dearly honoured
Longing
to hear your voice;
Silence
Inconceivable to digest
emptiness
unallocated
Since you have been at rest
Grateful
for you peace
Although
devastated
paralysing grief
Remaining
in mourning
Seeking no relief
Profoundly altered
in loss
enduring
Acceptance
in being
changed
Oddly reassuring
Published 28th Aug 2017
| Edited 27th Jan 2018
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29th Aug 2017 1:39am
this is something very special indeed dealing as it does with loss and grief, as sad as this write was I found it strangely uplifting - there is real beauty in these words :-)
29th Aug 2017 2:19am
Thank you David. It is about the loss of my mother (over 10 years ago now). I grieve continuously and am forever changed. Elisabeth Kübler-Ross wrote the following which provides me peace: "The reality is that you will grieve forever. You will not get over the loss of a loved one; you will learn to live with it. You will heal and you will rebuild yourself around the loss you have suffered. You will be whole again but you will never be the same. Nor should you be the same. Nor should you want to."
29th Aug 2017 1:58am
Regrets
Moments squandered
Private thoughts
Unshared
They say it's not what you do, but what you don't that comes home to roost as regret.
Heartfelt piece, Mel.
Moments squandered
Private thoughts
Unshared
They say it's not what you do, but what you don't that comes home to roost as regret.
Heartfelt piece, Mel.
29th Aug 2017 2:24am
Thank you Ahavati. It is a subject close to my heart. I have written about my mother's death before as it strangely keeps her near... in memory and spirit.
Anonymous
29th Aug 2017 1:46pm
Beautiful words.
29th Aug 2017 4:04pm
