Gathering Dust
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Category : Poems
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My writing life was born With an issue so forlorn When a deadly surpriseFilled my pained -grieving eyesA way to survive To keep hope aliveTo lessen the stress Of lost happinessWhen I lost my son I felt life was doneThen I gathered myself I was not the only oneMy family crushed With pain overwhelming I knew in my heartWe all needed helpingTogether and separate We chose our own ways To deal with this horrorAnd fight through grief’s hazeTwo daughters in college My wife and I home Began a journey With pain to the boneWith so many thoughts And many new feelings We had to make senseWhen our lives were still reelingMy writing was simply A matter of transfer My thoughts went on paperTo search for an answerMarc was twenty nine A drunk driver victimOur greatest question Why did fate pick himFrom nineteen eighty nineThis new life beganInsessently writing Over a ten year spanThree hundred and twenty poems laterAnd the time of learning that we soughtWe reclaimed life qualityAs members of a group for supportMost of the writing The first five yearsAre so bitterly painful Filled with grief-laden tearsThey sit on a shelf Just gathering dustTo read them again My mind would not trustThen came the turnaroundWhen the good life returnedBut remember what we were taughtYou still can get burnedThe loss of a loved one Leaves a deep scar You carry it with youNo matter how happy you areMy writing evolved with a thought filledvarietyWhatever my mind said in all of societyI write now with passion-it gives me sheer pleasureA transition from grief to a creatingtreasureBut on that old shelf “My Journey With Marc” -There still are some pagesgathering dust in the darkThe difference today - I can go back to that painBut now it’s my choice if I read them again
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I totally feel you on this. Death of a loved one is a kind of pain that stabs you right at the core. People say that time heals all wounds.... that may be true, but the pain doesn't really go away, at least not entirely. But for the living, no matter how painful, we need to keep going. That's why memories are good. Reflect on the good ones, smile, and send a prayer his way.
Sep 30, 2019